Tag Archives: nature

Washing Our Feet

Is there anything as pointless
As talking about wisdom?
You cannot make love without lovemaking
Or bread with nouns and verbs.
Wisdom feels about words
As the sea feels about bottled water:
The tiny cousin who took a bad road
Long ago and came into trouble.
Shall we talk about the sunset?
About the sensation of breathing
As we stand in the waves
And the sea crashes in
All about…

Friday, June 24th, 2011 – 9:59 am | By Tom | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Comments (8)

Beltane

HIS LUNGS ARE BURNING. He feels as if he is carrying two fiery wounds on his chest. Pain is marching through Digger’s body as he leans, hands on his knees, and wonders how, or even if, he will manage the next stage of the run. The chill wind cools the sweat quickly on his skin; he can tell that it stinks of the bodily residue of wine and cigarettes and…

Friday, February 19th, 2010 – 5:46 am | By Tom | Posted in Prose, The Falcon's Child | Tagged , , , , | Comments (6)

Weathervane

I don’t know.
One day to the next, like a weathervane.
Today, I think I’m a Zen renunciate.
Tomorrow, I’ll be a poet again
Mad with life and singing in the fields.
The day after that?
I don’t know.

Yesterday, deepening into memory,
Swimming in the Goddess water.
Today, spiralling out in bright colours,
An explosion of Self everywhere.
Who is in there?
Who is in there?
What is…

Monday, February 15th, 2010 – 3:11 pm | By Tom | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Comments (5)

The Wild Breath

Today, the earth began exhaling.
All Winter, it held its breath,
Kept its fragrance to itself,
Held itself so tight, I could feel its ribs ache.
But, today, the earth began to smell again.

What had been locked in its chest
Began to push back out at the world today.
Soon, primroses and garlic will follow that
Path of life’s breath into sunlight;
Now, it is simply the shifting…

Sunday, February 14th, 2010 – 11:18 pm | By Tom | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Comments (11)