Broken down and ground to burning dust
between the what we perceive as now,
and what we knew as once was.
Held in dark suspension,
little more than a glowing shroud
embers left to carry on
and extinguish in the night.
Surface skimming, floating along
reflected off tannic glass,
misrepresented reflections
never seem to last.



Photo is of the moon and clouds reflecting off the surface of tannin soaked waters in an inlet near my house.

I watched a man for a little while
who seemed out of time and out of place
Looking dimly into the now
and with no sense of his future,

he couldn't keep the pace
The world had turned so very far
When he was a small boy,
he tried to hold on, to stride along,
to keep himself good and clean of any marks
Turned out the world was not his oyster
or a precious articulated toy
He wore and tore along the very seam
that kept him anchored in the now
 The wear and tear,cast him back, so very fragile, 
to when his thoughts were keen
He will never mind the now, nor the future never to come,
rather remembering all he had lost
So very out of time. 

I knew the time had come for us to move along.
Clutter to some but memories to us,
numbered, labelled and packed away
in shrouds of unread papers.
Capturing news and advertisements of the now,
discussing the latest and selling to some
what could be the greatest.
If you had credit or at least 24 months
to consider the folly of the want exceeding the need.
Handle with care and directions to stack.
If only the memories could be stacked
neatly with a minimum of fuss.
Still moving on and cataloguing our dreams,
fills me with hope for more.
Joys of discovery in opening boxes
and straightening out memories,
or clutter to some.

Did but walk

When I took the field

and held the disc

I stopped and admired

And felt a wish

For a man

Who did walk with gold

And smiles

His brace it glowed

With unearthly fires

Greatness I had seen

Of this I would talk

For alas the man with gold

Did but walk

I was chatting in FB with the Captain of Eastern Greys, a masters team attending WUCC14, and wondered out loud if I cold apply gold leaf to my knee brace.

This tickled my fancy and I quickly threw down some words to capture where my mind was going.

I still think a knee brace covered in gold leaf is a great idea.

So much I have

travelled

walking all alone

looking for something

something I should have

known

All the roads

are empty

travelled by a few

looking for something

perhaps it is you

though my feet

are torn

I'll keep on 

walking

hoping for something

something less than

scorn

So much I have

traveled

lost without a 

home

looking for something

forever all alone

torn heart

torn feet

walking all alone

to emptinesses strident

beat

Moments move past in a rapid stream
pulling me under, dragging me down
drawing me deeper and deeper to darker dreams
fighting and urging myself back
clawing up against the current so dark
drawing breath as I break through the mirrored surface
sense afire, tears burn my eyes
clouding my vision, as my sight begins to die
blurring and fading all that I see
leaving a mark, spiderwebbed eyes
can't take the past that means so much to me
wondering about the future
so many moments yet to come
ready to drown me once again
however I am not done learning how to swim
draw me down once more
I will shall rise up to clarity
where the light is not dim


The image above captures the blurring of my vision after a bad bacterial infection. It came on rapidly and in a day left me with a cataract in my left eye. The infection is slowly coming under control, however it is spreading to my right eye. Rather than cry about how unfair life is, I choose to be positive and take this a challenge and learn from it.