And nature bickers
A beguiling sight
An eagle in flight
Against the blue-black
Backdrop of a summer storm
Rendered helpless
As its hands reach out
And haul me in
Is this some kind of sin?
A sun, as pale as buttercups
Spreads itself out
Across a new blue sky
For you always said
That the rain helps you grow
And you know that there
Will always be another rainstorm
And then another rainbow
God will provide and it is
With this revelation
- That I hug myself inside
I could walk forever
Feet clad in these
Sturdy ruby-red shoes
The droplets softening the edges
Of the sharpest thorns
I drip disdain or so they claim
and polishes them smooth as tortoise shells.
Life breaks hearts,
makes more room for the mishappen
and the odd, for one of every emotion
tumbled in like washer clothes,
the colours and the whites.
unseparated, and the black velvet skies cry
diamonds that arrange themselves to spell out rosebud.
t sounds as if it is letting up, rustling.
A suicide who needs to be here. As they die
As we discard out earthly bodies
There is no need to linger here
There is no need, no hunger here
And it maybe that there is a single escape
That suffering can be enlightening
That to be alive is to accept
The inevitability of pain, of loss, of death
The heart inhabits the earth
And when the planet quakes
Its inhabitants ache
