New Poem – Come what may….

Posted by on Jul 15, 2022 in Blog feature, Gallery, Recent Images, Recent Writing | 52 comments

New Poem – Come what may….


Come what may,

Good days and bad,

Ancient seeds

Of inbred fear

And lust to be



Shoot forth

With evolutionary purpose,

An illusion of progress

It’s hard to shake off.


Oh, that we had learnt!


Kept much closer

To mind,

All we and our forbears

Have since seen

Play out here.


The lessons of the past

Repeatedly urging

Upon us

A far more generous,

More forgiving,

Less acquisitive

Pattern of being.


And all the while,


The brooding moon,

An erosion of emotions

And ambition

Already misspent,

Leak into sorrow

And wastefulness.


But wait!

In our hearts

A far kinder dream

Speaks to us still,


It’s shape

Belongs to heaven.


Oh, that we could ever

Acquire the humility,

The lift of true grace

To claim this vision

More courageously,

Here and now.

New Poem – The Spark..

Posted by on Mar 31, 2022 in Blog feature, Gallery, Recent Images, Recent Writing | 58 comments

New Poem – The Spark..


The spark

In a void,

Once only a shell.


A curl,

A husk of life,

A chrysalis

Waiting to burst.




A morning look

That welcomes


No sour or arid

Sleep now.


Such rising spirit

A swelling mound,

A fine, fresh

Moist prominence

Of sorts,

Eager to receive

Such gain.


Pressing, breasting,


To leave its mark.


And yes,

We all leave

Such stains,

Such energies

Behind us,

For there’s

No other way

To be generous here.


Giving back


At our own expense

Into a rinsing bowl

Of tears.


The sparkle

Of our dreams

Caught threadbare,

Between the cracks.

New Poem – Life is….

Posted by on Jan 3, 2022 in Blog feature, Gallery, Recent Images, Recent Writing | 58 comments

New Poem – Life is….


Life is suffering

Speckled with joy.


So treasure it

When that blessing comes.


Bringing with it,

As it does,

A nourishment

That’s so rich,

So intense,

You could run a knife

Through it,

Like a slab of butter.


A sacred hamper

Of hope then,

For far tougher days


When storms

A plenty

Will, once again,

Seem to chide us so.


Yet surely

We’ve all lived

Long enough

To know

There’s no such thing

As mere coincidence.


Feeble creatures

As we are,

Somehow mysteriously

Never quite able

To see round the corner.


For whatever injury

And despair

We might inflict

Upon our world,

Nature has its own acumen,

Its own steady intent

And will show us

The way back home,

If we allow it to.