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An Eternal Question

Maybe it will come back

That singular moment

When we reposed

And an eternity passed.

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That moment when opportunities opened

Or closed in a second

To give us regret

Or bliss without sting

***

Are there such moments in love — or in hate?

When seconds decide if our course is awry?

***

Nay, the truth is another.

Come hell or high water,

Our love stays unbroken.

Thus, hate cannot touch

Where love is acute

With a depth that is fiercer than steel

***

Moments never return

To haunt

Or to torment

When eternity passes and we can repose

***

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© HMH, 2020

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Defending chivalry

On hind-legs, front paws assertive like little pink boxing gloves,

The mouse sniffs the air in an environment turned hostile.

His opponent, tail swishing blue-eyed monster, readies its body for the jump

But hesitates while seconds drop, frozen in time.

No attack is possible while rules of chivalry persist

And so, mouse and cat stay locked in arcane opposition

Trapped on the floor of an old cottage.

Will the cat leap into the fray or can the mouse escape

Without trace before the suspense becomes too great?

Nobody knows until the outer world

In shape of a human being enters and the duo becomes a triangle of violence

The cat pounds, the mouse transforms into a tiny warrior

But nothing can obstruct the falling of a broom

Did the mouse escape?

Perhaps this time, but cats will be cats and so

Mice lead a precarious existence

***

From Animal Kingdom

© HMH, 2013

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Secret Corner, Chiswick

Flanked by railroads

And fastened in barbed wire

A corner of nature

Tries its resilience

And holds out against 

Development.

Too small for buildings

Or status,

The grass grows while bees buzz and

Frogs sing

In blissful ignorance that

This spot has

Escaped progress.

Water and mud

Seep through the edges

But the scene remains undisturbed and

Forgotten

***

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay

© HMH, 2014

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Unrequited Love

Heart-pounding breathless agony

Tear-stained stark epiphany

Surpass every reason and all-wise conclusions

Entirely thwarts better, sane, clear decisions

*

Staying calm is no real option

Torment, terrible temptation:

Love is there to stay

To bring its sufferer at bay

Easily described maybe,

Walking hand in hand,

But hard to understand.

*

Inner voices must talk sense

But outer purpose gets too tense

Why must we obey

When reason hides away?

No succour or solace 

No delight or trouble

Soothe the predisposed mind:

Drab unending dull routine

Ever smothers the reprieve

For those damned to lonesome grief

***

© HMH, 2014

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Rose’s Death

She was soft and white with striking pink eyes

Patient to a fault, unless, when gathering wool,

You happened to cut deeper than intended.

She’d nip your finger and look sadly reproachful

Until you repented and promised never to do it again.

Her brood of three,

Bundles of white just like their mother,

Were pliable creatures with rose-red eyes

Long ears and fur, pledging yarn in abundance,

But long-lived, opposing the end of their dam.

Nothing presaged her sudden demise.

One morning her life snuffed out brought us sadness

And an unforeseen burial beneath the old apple tree

© HMH, 2013

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Ceanothus

A feathery frame supporting

Little pieces of sky

Blue wonders, offering heady fragrance

And fairy visions.

***

A breeze carries soft petal chimes

That cause the soul to resonate.

Thus

A question springs to mind.

With such wonders

Why do we sense

Futility and darkness?

Our little lives

Could open like blossoms

Carrying blue balm

To narrow minds.

***

Let us find courage

To live and to love.

In our slight hearts

Rapture can flourish.

We may find lost visions

In an old-fashioned garden

*****

© HMH, 2019

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Haiku

On naked feet

Tiptoeing through rustling leaves

My ascent lithe

Lonely girls reach

For tenuous calm, in time

To their dropping steps

Empty boats quiver

The water is motionless

Soon the sun descends

Bare feet ascend

Never was my step lighter

Rustling leaves fall

 © HMH, 2018

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Prima Donnas

Moaning like cats and crying like babes

High-strung coloraturas and heart-wrenching bel canto,

Taut necks and folded wings,

The singers hold forth in the high street of fish town

Gulping out sounds that stop the traffic on a weekday like all others.

Inscrutable yellow eyes muster the audience

While muscles support challenging lovelorn chants

The prima donnas give encores and stretch their necks

Letting the tone surge and rip. Cascading laughter ensues

Now a lyrical intermezzo — now a slow dance to enhance the concert.

Flash mobs or buskers hold nothing against such performers.

Talents ripen through natural selection.

In the night the chorus takes over and holds forth,

Accomplishing Wagnerian chords with untold stamina,

Serenading sleepers, drunkards and lovelorn stragglers

Into the wee hours.

Summer or winter matter little to the inexhaustible,

Those high-strung performers driven by instinct

Deep rooted in saltwater and pebbles

But forced by the ever changing natural, unnatural world

To nest on house tops as the beaches became playgrounds

For other two legged but wingless creatures

© HMH, 2013

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The Sea, The Sea

Pewter waves roll mercilessly

Seagulls sing their mournful songs

And disappear.

Salt sprays glint in the pale glare.

The sun is cold and

The horizon curves,

Keeping the secrets

Of impenetrable depths.

Clouds amass,

Hiding the sun

In their wet embrace.

A lightning bolt flashes.

The water springs up to meet it

Halfway

The wind keens,

Beating the waves to frenzy.

The storm mixes

Waves and air

Until boundaries are lost.

The heavens and the sea,

Combined

In a violent tryst,

Fight an eternal battle

Which nobody can win.

Tranquillity descends

The liquid surface

Mirrors turquoise air.

Look in deeply,

And see your tortured soul

© HMH, 2019

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Fire


Red and silver evoked images of fire,

Alarming the heart.

Bloodshot and shiny, it cut a pathway through flesh and stone.

Lachrymose, in shock, passers-by stopped in the streets.

Glowing scaffolding couldn’t support the spire.

Humans fought the inferno

To save what could be saved

And still the flames endured.

Lead dripped into the wounds

As a mirror cracked.

Were we ever powerless

Against an irate nature?

What turned away the fates?

Was it prayers or

Singing in the streets?

Was it the power of faith,

Pleading and beseeching,

That turned the tide?

Was it one defiant cross?

Or the shower from hosepipes?

Hundreds took part in the fight

And made humankind hold its breath.

Out of flames and despair

A new hope survived.

© HMH, 2019