Category Archives: Poetry

Love Is

Love is, a difficult word to understand
awkward and unrelenting
love is in fact, a bottomless teapot
at one end you have the spout
ornate and carved by the waters of life
with energies, flavours and thoughts from far and wide
this spout is a magical doorway to the hills of lavender and lemon
with thyme’s fragrance gently enveloping the room around us
we pour from the never ending river of love, and saffron cinnamon
every day, we find ourselves invigorated by its poise
these are no doubt, the early years of love
soft to the touch, yet unflinching in the voice of uncertainty
at the best of times, the stream is calm
slow and steady wins the race, after all
then, as love progresses, there are surges of life and magical energy
much like a little cup of jasmine and ginger
strong and captivating to the taste buds
this mirrors the passion and strength of those in its embrace
there are times when it slows, but fear not the end
for the teapot is far from empty
when the flow is silent, there is but a new pot brewing
a new flavour created only for you
a storm of laughter and vigor, erupting in the shadows of adversity
and a strawberry sunrise

at the other end of love’s embrace
we have the robust base of the teapot
this is our mountain; the rock we build our homes upon
etched into a ceramic and celestial body
we have the many designs of our family, our youth
and our future
there can be no spout without the blessing of the pot itself
a vessel from which we pour the essence of life
warm and loving to the touch, we lift the pot daily
pouring love and shelter from its core
as our journey continues, the pot may grow colder
and sometimes, it is heavier
do not falter when this time comes to pass
stand firm in your values, and your visions of happiness
the teapot is your lifeline
there can be no healing without the taste of Green or Earl Grey
though there may be trouble here and there
there is always another cup of raspberry nectar brewing
another drop of cinnamon and snow
tilt the pot downwards, at an angle of unknowing
and you are sure to find the answers
that even teapots cannot show….

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Asylum

we left the homestead in a hurry
the barn was on fire and the gods were at the gate
there was no place for us to go
no hats where we could place our hangers, our heads
all was lost in the blaze
all but our hearts and the rusty cages we kept them in
we fled the valley and ran into another
only to find a loveless gorge of empty eggshells
empty nests and broken bed wells

-footsteps-

we lingered in a moonlit yard
the air was calm, inviting
no shadows kept the place, no darkness plagued the stone
our youngest shrieked “Exciting!”
alarmed at her outburst, and at the sight of her soul
she ran into a half burned hovel
crackling and whispering of old misfortunes
we hurried after her, but she was lost
her mind was an anvil, in an ocean time forgot

-keys turn-

we wept and called to her
to the gods that we’d forgotten
we cried to our long lost loved ones

-all quiet in the hall-
-no time for tales of horror-

sleep now young child
be still
I’ll have more fear for you tomorrow

Empty Inkwell

What writhes in the deep, O sweet beloved
my metronome, and spoken truth
what thoughts cross our paths on a night like this
dementia, and speckled swords of fallen stars
a dark dream follows me, quick to the heart
a hallowed moon, and a haunting memory to pass the time
still words in the dead of night, a still word
four hours until the sun bites the earth i move upon
a dawn of new things
i walk down the street and notice the jars
empty pockets of wealth and remorse
a jar moves into view, then another
in one i find a world unknown, pain
in the other lies the remnants of my youth
red hair appears, running down the brow of the universe
it marks the blood of the ancestor, and the next
the old world and the grateful dead
funny hats and broken bottles
first the house crumbles, then tomorrow
i walk down avenues not meant for my legs
i linger over thoughts of madness
and maddening thought
i walk to the store to buy a few soldiers
death is a luxury, but only when bought