The Sea

The Sea was boisterous that day

It welcomed me not

It fiercely blew me from it

I felt dissatisfaction

I sought to complete my desire

But my option was a pathetic relief

I was waiting

Yet I paid no notice of the spirits or Mother Earth

I was not listening that day

I did not welcome you when you came



Blown on the wind

 You are the sea

I was shown the future

 “Mother Earth, I am a babe, for only now am I starting to understand”

I was being screamed at that day

But I was as the deaf

The Earth forewarned

But I was stone









Last eve

I looked upon the city gates

The roof tops glowing with the last rays of the Sun

A horn blew nearby

Calling the people

It said

“Stay in your house, while the guards are away”

I stood at those gates

“Girly best you be off”

Said a gruff and stiff voice

“There is no telling what happens when darkness descends.”

I paused, not keen to listen too swiftly

I wanted to know

What lay beyond the ramparts and stone

Clicking and creaking of chains and wood

Drawing in the bridge

Water cascading from chains

The watchman called to the streets

“All is sound”

For a moment

Quiet was found

Fires lit and kettles filled

The smell of meat and bread

Warm  fires and soups

Stories of the day in fields

Airing of troubles

Planning and mirth and drink

Satisfaction is theirs

Readying the day for more toil than worth

Rest coming swiftly as lights ever dimmed

I looked upon them

Condescension rising in me

Is this all?

I stand firm before the risen bridge

My destiny lying behind it

Come the morn!

I said

“I shall be to the people a shadow of a person that once existed.”

Now, I stand at the gates as they descend

Green hills unveil themselves slowly

The sun glimmers on distant lakes


I am to live.


People should not be alone

Let love and the enjoyment of each other, be the essence of life!

Let bonds grow through happiness and good times

I am lifted and my head of clouds, breaks free to joyfully see the Sun

I feel radiant

Relief in laughter

Thank the heavens!

This is where I will base myself

A joyful necessity

Freedom and fun

Friends are needed by everyone.



Energy sits deep


Sucking and vaporous

Ready to pounce at any inopportune time



Trying to seek its end

It takes charge

Devouring then cloaking itself

Cheapening fulfilment

Remaining incomplete

Retreating into dark, it finds its restoration

While its victim awaits its next move.


The River

Sleepy but sure of its destination

The River carries life as any living organism

Whilst being controlled by the lie of the land, it also equates control by carving itself into it

People stroll and stop by its side to breakfast and rest, dogs their eager companions

The River slows the heavy pace of people

Forcing gentle introspection as they pause to observe it

By its side they remember

Here they see the images that drove their original ambitions

Here they are stilled

The River beckons them around the next corner

Curiosity and the desire for beauty pulls them ever downstream

Those that sit by its side fill their eyes with changing colours, sound and movement

A bird

A fish

A kayaker sends the wild things darting for cover and safety

Soon the children come out with their parents boisterous and sharp

The single and aged slink back to the safety of the street cafes with their magazines and books, keen to intellectualise

The City Clock calls the Village to action

The River continues oblivious

It cares not

It ignores all

A slow meandering slug carving itself into granite and rock

It rises as an awakening god only to remind the people they are not in control of all things.