Anthracite

Someone out there is grieving 

And someone is crying unheard

Someone is happily receiving 

And someone is always coming third

You have seen your hurt

And you hide all your scars

You have seen your love

And waved it gone in another’s car

Someone laughs into a strong wind

And someone feels the zephyrs touch

Someone gives all their heart 

And someone treasures it as such

You have seen the movement of life

And unsolicited you received a gift

You have held loves sharp knife

And yet you bleed from the rift

Someone survives capitalism’s torture

And someone feeds from its strife

Someone cultivates others ignorance

And yet someone is happy of life 

I am lonely
said the man
to the fish

What am I?
chopped liver
said the fish

Great things come of a man sitting quietly
silence grasps desperately at the still mind
and imagination blooms like a child
discovering a red crayon for the first time

so cherished are the quiet times in an older life.

Chained down by nothing but your thoughts
flicking of a tail in frustrated botheration
with the land before you unshapely
but soft to the sight

Steep though it may seem, it proves not
familiarity is the cause of your ennui
not your perceived enemies
just an un-exercised mind

Take to the tussock and own it’s protection from the wind
know your place well enough to employ smart thought
then maybe recognition will afford itself to you
on a Mare that knows the way

Chasing things around in an empty play ground
all the other kids have gone

I gave them my sandwiches
and I made them laugh too

I listened to their troubles
and they took the comfort I gave

now the leaves lay still
and the squeak from the swing

is the only friend left

A girl in a pretty dress
flowers dance on display
flowing like a bubbling stream
colours bouncing on the eyes

maybe a definition of the wind
with light and leaves attached
showing the way of life
a pied piper to men

Happy enough to float
dark but welcoming
spinning with arms open
not disappointed
should something fill them

Brave you may be
courageous for thee
strong is the view
to be seen by you
but through the crack
light through black

perceived impuissance
standing bold
admitting the want
of someone to hold