Snapshots

On holiday the family always photographed one another. They posed next to loved ones with a fixed smile and sometimes with an arm held stiffly around their shoulders, standing in front of the scenery.

I photographed a lone seagull high in the sky with blue reaching to the edge of the frame, and a dainty Japanese water garden in close- up, greenery filling it right to the edge. I lay on the ground and held the camera above my head to snap a young tree covered in pink blossom.

They said, “there is nothing in your photos.”

 

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Not A Safe Craze

 

All those obsessions one after another:

This one is not a safe craze.

Will I be crushed next time I move on?

This one is not a safe craze.

My eyes were open:

I made a commitment.

Ride this one out till the eve of my days;

A ride like a switchback, switch blade, ‘on’ switch.

This one is not a safe craze.

It’s all another way to say ‘living the dream’;

Tasting in boring routines

A new kind of cream,

Free to take or to leave it,

To choose and appraise.

But although I’m choosing

This still is not a safe craze.

 

 

 

 

 

We Made It True

 

We made it true! – like Nezach:

You could make it green, Venusian,

With tapestries of silken cloth

And flowers in profusion.

We made it true, but our truth

Is coffins and the tomb,

The skull and worm that follow me,

The concrete mortuary room.

Now that we’ve made the charnel real

It’s time for us to part;

But now we cling like poisoned ivy,

Freedom cries, “You wouldn’t try me.”

I sink through blackened sludge and slime

Fall to depths I never guessed at.

Cannot reach the light from here-

Sacrificed for trash I’m best at.

 

Spirit Birds

Looking after spirit birds is now my full-time job.

A chance to show I care for birds

Who fell out of their nest in spring,

And birds that spent their life in cages

pecking what they’re given,

And birds spat out by hunting cats,

and birds that float on top of ponds,

Birds alive a minute ago

And baby birds with open mouths

That starve so easily.