Catching the Light

Turning the lens on my notebook,
you were trying to catch the light.
I said it couldn’t be caught
but you caught it anyhow.

A glory between the pages,
a will o’ the wisp – a halo –
and amid a chaos of thought,
for once – a lucid moment.

[first posted 13 March 2014]

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image copyright. Kika

Ithaca 1

I did not hear you,
could not hear you,
I was standing on the shore once more at Ithaca,
wondering if I’d ever sail again,
and if so when,
and then where to,
to do the things I always had a mind to do.

Nonsense too,
plain nonsense too,
like all the other dreams
I might have shared with you.

Succeed or fail I raise the sail
for one last voyage,
our dreams to meet out in the deeps
not here remain.

No victory won nor glory gained
by resting more,
nor gazing back towards the twilit shores of Ithaca.

[first posted 10 April 2014]

pebbles for a prize

in a cabin with no number
on a ship without a name
on a sea with no location
inspiration never came
to the shaky old right hand
and the notebook and the pen
of a man who was commanded
to go sailing once again
today it was not granted
today it won’t arrive
I am washed up on the shore
with only pebbles for a prize

[first posted 1 December 2014]