8 Short Poems

The Heart of Love
No matter how much we love
you are out of my control
I am out of your control
It will always be so.
© 2008

The Idea of the Artist
She loved the idea of the artist,
the willfulness and creativity.
She came to find and to love a man who
held that passion, lived it actively.
She never saw that art is a gamble
where how to win can only be guessed
that reason must be driven to passion,
for hard dreams are harder still to manifest.
She then wished him more like other men,
a bit more practical, less for today -
to put aside his dreams, douse his fire
and live in a more reasonable way.
She loved the idea of an artist.
© 2008

It Seems
It seems
you hold me.
Closing into earth
    into heat
       into passion
two becomes one.

It seems
you free me.
Opening into sky  
   into coolness
      into calm
one becomes many.

It seems
you are me.
Releasing into all
 into stillness
    into bliss
many becomes none.

The stars laugh every night at our confused wonder,
a thousand writhing fractals twinkling in their love.
They tell us
To love is to die
I shout:
I know!
© 2007

Offerings
I say I am a writer
Yet you have stolen my words

I say I am a storyteller
Yet you have removed my voice

I say I am a poet
Yet you have taken my rhymes

So I say I am nothing
yet you have given me something
and spinning and laughing
I fall upwards, and smiling at the moon as she dances through the sky
I offer you whatever is left of me. 
© 2007

Hallow's Eve
I saw you last night,
Hallow’s Eve,
gathering sticks into your arms.
I could not take you openly into mine
so I bent down and helped you gather instead.
© 2006

Shattered
Have you noticed?
Have you heard?
We are the same, you and I.
Looking after you, I find only myself, blushing and happy.
Looking after me, you find only your own smiling face.
Together, we shall smash ourselves on the rocks
and let the wind dance ‘round the pieces that remain.
© 2006

The Drop
United in our embrace
two become one.
In one there is no separateness,
no loss, no other.
It is a drop united with the ocean
free to be thrown upon the rocks,
scattering into an infinite mist.
And then the waves recede
and only I am left,
wanting to drown again in you.
© 2006

Bodhi
Open yourself to loss, my sweet, my self.
Wanting to protect lovers from loss,
wanting to protect ourselves,
we speak softly and make opaque that which is clear.
No more, for today I leave my clever words and
complicating thoughts behind.
Today I am naked; today I am free.
© 2006