Swimmer

Crawling through water
breath is a school of bubbles
aching arms protest.

Skadi's Hunt (revisited)

Skis whisper, cutting
the snowwhite plain.
Icy wilderness howls
around the great huntress,
echoing in her blood,
thrumming all around her.

The moon glows
in her skin, snow glitters
in her eyes, the cold sleeps
in her smile and death
lies in her grasp.

Heavy bow held lightly
in glove-clad hand. An arrow
strikes, taps warmth
from a slow flank.
Crimson drips
into merciless white.

A scattered herd springs
out of view; quiet returns
but for the quick beating
of Skadi's hunter heart.

Waterfall

Remember to
forget.

Forget
and yet...

How the years
suddenly start to count
and take
relentlessly!

We all drift to our
waterfall -
as if earth was a disc.

Forget how
finite this is.
Such comfort
to forget...

Evening Rain

From a soft sky
cold drops

patter hushed air,
ping on grey cement.

The roads
dinner time desolate.

Overhead, the glow
of pink and gold.

The sun bends behind
a blue-shadowed hill,

calm falls.

Disaster

It does not strike.

It comes on tiptoe,
bending backbones
incrementally.

Past ideas lost
in the corner
of today's eye.

Watching
director's cut memories
guide us into ruin.

What will we build
among the debris?

Romantic Tragedy

Imagine two happily miserable
and contentedly brooding poets.
Now imagine these unsociable wordsmiths
peacefully penning their morose lines.

Then imagine the utter disruption,
the great tragedy of their meeting:
when those two kindred spirits bonded
and unwittingly sealed their poetic fate.

No longer morose or miserable
they struggled to write at all,
and their happiness soon resulted
in their common artistic fall.

Let's imagine they weren't too talented
and their loss need not be lamented.

Peekaboo

We never stopped
closing our eyes.

We screw our eyes shut
screw over, screw up;

unseeing ourselves
we unsee our world.

Neverthere

There are always many roads but
we only get to walk the one.

This is the life.

Too much to know to know it all
and always knowing far too little.

Decisions, decisions.

So many hours to get things done
so much time wasted.

Being wasted.

Adulting like a boss because
growing up never happens.

We're all in Neverthere.