Drifting

Alone I drift
Through a life of change
Seeking no specific answers
Reacting only when necessary. 

The constant flow of time
Sometimes quicker
Other times painfully slow
Marks my passage. 

Sometime I drift
In thoughts
And dreams

Sometimes I drift
In simple black and white
And then in colour

Sometimes I drift
In meditation
and sometimes in confusion

Sometimes I drift
On clouds
Of ecstasy and pain

Sometimes I drift
And build
Fantastic structures

Sometimes I drift
Alone
And at peace

Sometimes I drift
In ideas
Of transcendence

Sometimes I just drift

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Yay Though I Walk (Inspired by Psalm 23:4 in the Christian Bible)

Between darkness and light.
My feet are bare and cold,
Yet I am not afraid
As I occasionally step,
Into the unknown waters
Of the river Styx

 

 

I am Dead (Micro-tale)

Copper pennies closed the eyes.

Hands folded casually on the chest.

A new suit, ready for travel.

I look upon my body - my vehicle.

It had carried me through life;

I had learnt almost everything -

I had loved almost everybody -

I had seen almost everything.

I'd lived, I'd loved... I'll live again.

Haiku (change)

summer zephyr shifts
bamboo, rice paper and dreams
held back by a thread

Tangled

Vacillating

Mercurial

Unfathomable.

Through my fingers,

Like grains of sand on a windy beach –

Driven

Balked

Banked

Tumbled

Forgotten.

Through this life I fumble with ideas –

Tilting

Twitching

Missing

Falling

Beginning, and seldom finishing.

Lunging and

Chasing.

These damn brain tangles mislead.

My once noble pursuit seems lost –

Into a fog of dementia.

From Lalit

(Lalit is the Mauritian Creole word for ‘struggle’)

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

The clouds simply watched us and scudded on by

Blue skies and soft breeze had no need to try

For the day was sublime and the memory lingers

This life must be blessed my good fortune continues.

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

It was some years ago on a similar beach,

On a day full of light under a heaven in reach.

She appeared before me in the curl of a wave

And we surfed together towards our future – so brave.

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

Some times in the past I’ve had reason to pause

And wonder at life and question my course.

Then the bright smiling face of my child in the waves

Reminds me of treasures, and again I am saved.