The Due in Dew

The love is due in dew
in two by two
and more and many
and all as if
clairvoyant domes-
sublime the tiny architecture,
will rest on green and gracious frond...
to tell us on and on and on.
The Love is due in dew
in rhythm new and true and you
and us and two by two
and more and many.
And though there's love and love and lose
And though the tick is ever versed my dearest dears,
our dew is first
at morning burst
in sweet reminding...
she'll leave a hundred thousand two by twos and more and many
Pearls of time
to rhyme and chime and call that every piece might catch the sun
in every newest sky reply.
The love is due in dew
in now and ever and two by two and more and many
and you.

The Deep Sea Diver

That’s the trouble you see...

Life is full of people

But people need

Birthday balloons and bubbles

And deep sea divers every day

Those bubbles…

The tiny quirks

The tiniest pockets of life

The deep sea diver

Searching deeper

to the essence.

That’s the trouble you see
Life is full of people

But people need Birthday balloons

And bubbles and

Deep sea divers every day

Like it were food

But they don’t get it

You see.

Aunt Nancy made grey balloon heads

less like an ache

And spitfires less a sting.

Like hearts were bathed in

Salt springs or bobbing about

In passionfruit soft drink.

Her agility was tiny

But perfectly formed

Bursts of love.

She was a "Deep Sea Diver"

In my grandmothers sun room-

a sick body, a true love.

That’s the trouble you see.

Life is full of people

But people need Deep Sea Divers

As if it were food.

And there’s not enough divers just yet.

Flame of the Forest

In the red umbrella uplands
where clouds cosset the cusp
of hills in flushing rubicund
and tropical jade
and dancing upended
petticoats green...
for the bashful brilliant
sway to that watchful brume
and sweet pearl mist...
There's all of them hidden-
the winkers,
in scarlet pocket parasols
with thimbles of sand
for lovely dreaming
and wild showy wonderment.
And all in all
our flames of the forest
and all in all
the lights of tomorrow
all ready for take off.

Frost

Bloodless, one-dog night

has turned the blankets

white and thick and barking sad?

Has aching hills and clogged up roots?

Has trees with arms and vein spent hearts and empty stares?

Is life arrested, is she now, in window dressings for the knotted and the never?

Flip the light, fill the rink half full, dance a while in the wonder to the

Snowy little soft falls

a million many love calls

on the edge of lashes

on the cling to being

on the roasted chestnut tales

of strange people and loving.

Til the green is mint and chocolate spring

Til the wild is ready to “repetite”

Til the merry wheels of morning and again.

And The Quiet

400,000 watt ear splitting decibels in the bursting pointed up close fireworks shuttle launch. All the dogs  a’ barking with a round and round dragster fire up that’s petrol chewing, gobblin’ and munchin’  the crunchin’ of number machines for filling up every wave in between a hundred underwater sonar miles from the loudest blue whale whistlin’.They crack a cataclysmic Krakatoa to your peace 

plane and sock it to ya -  largest richter epicentre quake and heartbeat with a twisted tongued Tunguska Meteor in malicious comet bits. And less and more to the children
in playgrounds, parks, people places… middle giggle and bird song afternoon 

walk time, near the salty crash course in ocean tide and

the evening shower drops from a real top

vapour dream. Soft voice, sweet

suckling on verse - music maker

and breathe of life

and in and out

and now and

quiet.