I’m up

Earlier than usual

                         Again

As if

A sun is rising

Slowly warming

My dead flesh

Reanimating

A life

I have not felt

In a very long time

It is growth,

Life on the verge

From a spring

That may emerge

If the weather holds…

Neither anxious

Nor altogether calm

Neither tired

Nor generally awake

Neither dark

Nor is there much light

I am lost in limbo

That place of discontent

Where everything is waiting

And morning is coming

Like a bull racing towards the matador

Who stands still to be gored

Starring the day with blood

I hate time change

It fucking sucks

Go to hell time change

Everything is the best

The best it’s ever been

Until it’s not

Until it’s the worst

The worst it’s ever been

And I have emotional whiplash

From the g-forces that tear me apart

From this strobe light life

Of bright and dark and bright again

Some days fade away

While they’re happening

As if they never were at all

Torn paper bookmarks

Jammed between the pages

That mattered more

Eventually forgotten

I am

The blink of an eye

Even less

Within eternity

I do not exist

I never was

I never will be

I am not.

Lay prostrate

Look up, look out

There is the incandescent glow

And shadows cast Doreen halls

This safe place of walls

Of stone and doors

Of roof and floors

Like an embrace

That takes away fear

In the closing dark

Quiet is the evening time

No moon, no stars

No sound of the turning earth

Only the in and out of breath

And the beating of a heart

The soft, gentle thrum

Evidence of a life

I had the sincere pleasure of presenting to Carman’s Wednesday Morning Group today and I mean that when I say pleasure. Rarely does when get to speak to a more engaged and interested/interesting group of people.

The group has been meeting for 45 years now and it is this kind of engagement that is surely part of the recipe for longevity that has kept it going when other such groups and organizations have since come and gone numerous times over.

Having received the invitation from the group to speak about my latest volume of poetry – Songs in Blue Minor, was wonderful enough. Adding to the treat was the pedigree of past speakers they have had including most recently Niigan Sinclair.

It was a fantastic morning of reading excerpts of my poetry while speaking a little about my background and journey and then taking some very, very good and well thought out questions.

Should you ever be invited to speak absolutely accept it knowing that you are in for a real treat from a spectacular group of people who are keenly interested in everything.

Sleep is lost

To nightmares

And overthinking

To a herd of random

Galloping through my skull

Without a dog in sight

To chase them back

And corral then into darkness,

Some semblance of silence

In the dark