Writer and Artist
Reaching Port
Emotions maimed war-tattered souls reach emaciated shore alive seeking comfort companionship finding neither difference excludes.
Memories tear absent friends cherished beyond the hiatus of children lost roots seeds sprouting in foreign garden blind to yearning hearts.
Time heals
comfort
companions
new riches found
the sound of alien birds
children playing
in safety and sun
connection grows
port reached.
The Clown
Amused You twist their eyes and mouths you twist but not their hearts you twist their words clever to avoid eyes that draw a place where pain is where heart must twist with heart and love they do and laugh but soon the joke is empty and hungry they drift away.
Six Month Scan
Your tiny head large on body curled a bud waiting to flower your tiny hand devastating in perfection reaches already impatient to grasp life beyond black and white womb images three strings of pearls drift in and out of focus exquisite vertebral beauty glowing rib filaments form fragile cage sheltering beating heart.
The Crocodile
Too late I grieved your needless death my careless net fell to catch the lively cheribin we swam and played in naked isolation bewitched by wilderness beauty ignorant of the wonder dwelling in the deep.
Your speckled scales shimmer in the morning sun your peaceful smile belies the silent struggle to escape my thoughtless trap I rue my rude intrusion and vow to now go lightly into your world my paradise found your paradise lost.
Tide
Rushing seaward yellow, brown, black leaves plastic drink bottles a bald tennis ball mangrove spears bob vertical lost children seeking place to root.