Freedom carries chains,
restrictions on the will.
Enveloped in this enigma,
even apparent improv,
defined by choice,
once made, its power
manifests in slavery.
Monthly Archives: May 2014
Kicking it Olde School
Fair Death come claim your feeble prize
no longer fit to haunt the earth
I’ll not resist, nor shall I tarry
’tis been my aim since ‘fore my birth
Squirrel
He stops mid-trunk with much to say
in taunting reach of dogs below,
perhaps disgruntled by their play
amused at how they move so slow.
For Brian
[tweeted 5.19.2014]
Our place
is a small small place
unshared by lovers, friends
We cross the bounds
as we make our rounds
on our way to our own ends.
As the Kettle Wolf-Whistled Party Today
As the Kettle Wolf-Whistled A brilliant anthology of the poetry of MWC –
eclectic, imaginative, sometimes stunning – these poetic works track a wide variety of subjects, styles, points of view. Whatever your bent may be – humour, drama, tragedy, sharp and witty observations, meditations, these and more await you.
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Next Time
Next time perhaps or never,
surely any time but now
to say the things we need to,
but never quite know how.
English
These are your words, my words
I took them every one
To heart, to task, to my own purpose
In earnest and in fun
I’ve spoken vows and made confession
I’ve teased my newborn sons
My daughters sing an island song
Their grand-folks never sung
When Alfred set the Danelaw
Or came William from the east
When the plague killed foreign clerics
and promoted peasant speech
Could anyone imagine
Or would anyone have dreamt
This rock-born bloody bastard
Would around the world be sent
I know some French and Spanish
A little Hebrew, and some Greek
I read old verse in Latin
But it’s English that I speak.
Hard Time
I had a hard time
till I took time
and made time
my own
sails set
and rudder firm
I set a course for home.
The Shaker of Trees
(for Mark T)
The cool forest is my cathedral.
Autumn leaves fall,
abandoning bough and branch
they stain the glassy pond below
each a sermon, a story of bud and bloom,
of green springs and the rich colors of decay.
Birds bear witness to the falling,
harmonies and hymnals, sung in a round,
an ambient concert, a day song,
testimony to breezes and the unseen hand,
the shaker of trees.