Dire Straits

Do not covet 

The waves 

Your voice makes 

As it wends its way through 

Treacherous waters.

 

 

Reception

Epicurean love is tenderly biting 

Off half the ultimate 

Olive on a dish 

Of exquisite tidbits, then 

Putting the other half back 

So that your better half can 

Take a part of that 

Last bite, too.

 

 

Faulty Inner Voice Syndrome Shock

frequently stuck with- 

in ear- 

shot but seldom 

left dumb- 

struck.

 

 

R. S. Thomas, Still Luminary In A Mean Time

So guiding a light once, no
Need to wonder twice why 

Nothing’s illuminating anymore. 

 

 

 

Paean For Helianthus

O blooming majestic flower— 

Heart of yours truly following 

The tracks on which the sun beats 

Daily cross such ambivalent skies, 

Oh that you could speak 

To us in kernels silent 

And heaven sent 

Of the journey we’re on, 

And so unequivocally 

For which we’re meant, 

Give us this day 

The strength to keep 

Our heads high 

And never 

Repent for all 

Our mortal weaknesses, 

Even as we know 

It’s our fatal bent.