Secrets of Sand – a poem


What god lives to hear these prayers?

I wist for some eyes to down stare,

To witness bear and know the wants

Winding wayward of a people too lost

 For most lands to be occupied by.


This lady of ultimate desolation breathes

The words of the deserted waste, dry

Scapes roll undulating in dunes that

Slope gradual and gaudy orange red

Hiding wonders beneath the sand.

Colossus – a poem


Brokenly grinning, the old colossi

Lie in their fractured patterns

Of silent watching, torn from

The people that saw them made

In ages past where dwelt hope.


The lands around lie thunderstruck

To see this city rise once more,

An epilogue apparently, come again

To make curious the minds of all

Who see, wonder, colossal interest.


Gouged and cracked, storm weathered

In the dank forestry, the colossi see

More than we may know, dreamscape reels

To hear the dark call thought of

As a thing of days past, burning out.


Peals cry out, far ringing storm

Of sound as the faithful gather

Around this unhallowed place

Deeply attracted by the scents

Of my darkness filling this land.


Time to be Daughters – a poem


***my great, great grandmother***


A time to be daughters, not mothers,

More than a coming of age, the circle

Come fully round to completion full

Wherein days have blended to months,

Years, the children now with offspring

Of their own, almost grown until

The days when they become daughters

Instead of mothers for the last again.

Lithium Direction – a poem



The nature of old habits lies drawn

Betwixt imaginings great, too harsh

Beside simple thoughts, become pearls

Of poison kept over aeons within

Rotten sepulchres of the suffering soul



Hardest of all is the beginning amidst

What lies consuming, heavier than air,

Supreme catches snagging, butane danger

Threatening to explosions, forlorn

Wisdom telling us what should be



Trial and tribulation, try and fail,

Tactical assaults on towers of memory

Have nor will rarely survive first

Contact with enemy forces, lies

The secret language of a lithium



Driveless Points – a poem



None believe the truth when

It comes for them, blindly
Stark and bearing down, all
Alight in the mind, huge
Where it is too close, bloomed.
Surely something can be done,
They say, well wishes and talk
Of insipid phrases grating dry
On a mind not resigned but true
To itself in trying and more.
The calls of enwrapped voices
Scratch sharp grooves in matter
Which have fooled uselessly with
Anodynes and addiction where
Now truth is the only anodyne
True and fair.

Void Dreaming – a dream poem


Skills of detection surprise even us

On an interplanetary scale, shimmers

Warn of fields lying in wait to tell

The false ones from the soothsayers…


We knew not what awaited us when

Our party crossed those space screens

Hung betwixt worlds without names,

Rare marbles indeed, shock unabated.


For what we wished to achieve, did

We dare go further than those before?

Nay, for what might escape chains

As strongly made as the void’s dreams?