The winter solstice

The Winter Solstice

The winter solstice quietly switched over
Does the universe have a north and a south pole?
Are magnetic poles of stars a mixed bag
The glacier is afraid of death and prepares to swim away
The eye of the earth opens and the earth breathes its first breath

I’m sorry girl

I’m sorry girl
That I do not think of you
For the sea is crying
And I hear the seagulls call
Their laughing and their crying

I’m sorry girl
That I don’t write for you
For the mountain breeze is blowing
I hear the eagles swooping
And I want to know what it’s like to be free

The goalposts

I stand between two goalposts of my personality
Imagine frost on the playing field
Imagine an empty stadium

I am one man defending two goal posts against both teams of autumn leaves
If only I had wings like a Robin or strong legs like a horse

I stand between the goalposts of my personality
I should try harder to unite the two into a snowman
Or a figure of eight toy train track under the floodlights

If only I had eternity under control
If only I didn’t keep letting the goals in

I always wanted a real coat

I always wanted a real coat
A human coat
I am a coat
I am a coat of flesh

The shame of my nakedness?
I am missing the designer label
Untreated against the weather
Unblessed by the sky

Here I am in an ancient wall carving
A captured soldier paraded naked

The pope and all his holy water
Cannot fix my tattered coat
And the ghosts of Adam and Eve
Gather it onto a pile for the charity shop

And what is the shame of nakedness?
That it grows old and dies

Vowels of thunder

The vowels of God’s name
Are like four centuries
And the consonants
Are the sounds in-between

Adam and Eve
Dug a grave for God’s name
But the vowels sprouted
Like trees out of the ground

The consonants spread like oceans across time
Where the gigabytes of ears cannot hear
Where the megabytes of eyes cannot see
Where memories are spread thin as frost

Where a Robin humbly hops about
Free as a bird

Janis Joplin

Janis Joplin
Joined the crowd
At Woodstock
It was a surprise
To see her there

Captured by a camera
Pouring a beer
Seated on a chair
In a psychedelic dress

No one noticed
The music moves between them
The iron torrent of time
In a moment of peace and love

She has her little bit of the field
She has her part in the music

And she has her part
In the irrigation
Of youth

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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