A BATTLE RAGES
Within walls of my mind
as words bounce, flounce
and dance wildly.
To create a verse, perhaps terse
It is my choice to voice
Whether prettily nice or not
For sharp shards of thunder rain
to fall, sting nastily on hatless head
or
Soft, sweet droplets of a summer shower
to freshen and soften sun baked clay
and so soothe my tempest strewn brain.
© MRL 21/03/23
A VISITOR
Came silently in the night
To slide between me and my wife
Speaking in a continuous rhythm
Like rattling leaves in a breeze
A language unknown.
Like an attractive foreign song
Will penetrate ones’ heart-brain
As sweet scents of leaves
dissipate in a summers breeze
To a mystic realm of everness !
© MRL February 2023
I am changing my diet.
From meat to grain
both fed by sunshine
Similar yet different
a connotation under stood.
Swift silent stiletto
sheared a friendship.
When first line misunderstood
The portcullis is fixed down
and I am without… alas, alas.
Gone now into emptiness
words and phrases shared.
For what was their worth
those well meaning words.
Now that all is destroyed.
I am changing my diet…
Yet again !
©MRL Feb2023
THE AWAKENING
In early morn at 3 a.m. before a day is born
Clear thoughts transmit clarity - minds mystical magic
As deep understanding rides tranquil waves alive.
Pure Love exists entire empathy, compassion, selfless - ness
Dead: controlling ego, gone singular anger, anxiety, greed.
Birthed: universal love lives
Floating free are we who have lost the inhibited me.
© MRL August 2021
In the forest;
squirrels scamper
arboreal acrobats aloft,
above drifting docile deer.
A foresters’ handsaw
recreates
Jay birds’ call.
Homeward bound
boots
break bronze
brittle
beech leaf,
next years mulch.
© MRL
09-01-21
Recently while I was drinking coffee outside of the Russell Gallery at New Quay, Co. Clare I had a lucid experience of a strange happening on the far shore of Aughinish, between sea caves in the cliff and the ruins of a derelict farm house close to the pebbled beach.
Being so moved I decided to write a poem about my experiences.
I Stared enthralled
I stared enthralled
as miller’s grit- shards
shimmered streamed
clothed a rivers air
My mind ran free seeing
Figures of every age converse
convivially move as before.
Silent souls, opaque beings
on death’s opposite shore.
©MRL August 2020
