Here Today Gone Tomorrow
By Michele Brenton
Here and now,
The magpie swoops, the blackbird gathers
Dried grass from the new mown lawn,
While enemies circle,
Coughing from lungs poisoned by evil
Under a promise filled blue sky.
The sea calls,
Gulls sing in pain, the clouds wincing
To hear their heart torn noise.
Yet still we struggle,
Fighting the endless insanities
Under siege but never giving in.
To sail away,
To wander free,
To leave the filthiness behind.
Lost in clean purity.
Small in the bigness.
Oblivious and empty
Of all that defiles.
Waiting for a peace
And quiet
That will take us in and swallow us whole.
Forever
Ode to Ithacan Taxi Driver (You Know Who You Are!)
By Michele Brenton
The peace and quiet is very nice,
With echoes from the past,
But what eclipses all of this is driving very fast
On narrow roads with eyes tight shut,
Trying not to weep,
at views of beauty laid before them.
I'd rather be a sheep
Standing still, relaxed serene
Feet firmly where they've always been,
Not hurtling round the hair pin bends,
And trusting in safe journey's end.
Finding Home
By Michele Brenton
Subtle as breath, cirrus gentle…
Whispering softness with gossamer steel
Waking memories long forgotten,
Rock in blood and sea soul found.
More than a mother, father, children
Deeper than friendship stronger than love
Inexorable instinct denial negated
Gut recognition – this is home ground.
© 2005 Michele Brenton
