CUTTING THE STRINGS

CUTTING THE STRINGS

Never mind all this
You always felt there was more
And you were not wrong

But of course it takes a while
To unlearn all the nonsense

WHAT MY TEACHER TAUGHT ME

WHAT MY TEACHER TAUGHT ME

Each relationship
Calls forth both love and power
A balancing trick

LOVE

LOVE

Getting nowhere
And contented
For after all
(And before all)
Nowhere
Is no more than
Now and here
Cosying up together

ON BIGOTRY

We are all Christ, for Christ’s sake!

BUM RAP

BUM RAP

Love gets such bad press
But mainly because the word
Has been raped again

CAPTIVATED

CAPTIVATED

Pesky boundaries
Are part of the illusion
If not the whole think

SOMEONE SPECIAL

SOMEONE SPECIAL

If we are meant to be
Of use to each other
Then there will be pain
Amid the dissolving

FAMILY

FAMILY

Play nice, my children
Not because you may be next
But simply because

WALKING THE TALK

WALKING THE TALK

None see our feelings
We think and talk of our love
Action’s how they tell

POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS

POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS

We may seek
We may point
But we may not
Grasp