posted on July 16, 2011 at 10:16 pm

in a deep dark winter

morningside immaculate

the dapple of sealight

the birds in cloudland oh so far below

see the sea let it be itself

and sandflows and duning

thump thumpy thump says ocean

my old heart aches in some hotel

in some room i have forgotten

oh my tears are pearls on the black mat of forgetting

my memory is empty and full

the gulls on the shiny-shore

greywaves pounds down on fish who never fly

worldsend without a warmcoat

my wildhair in this whirlingwind

i remember  thundershot and lightningblast

i stand upon the cliffpeak so gaunt so cold

imagine thermopylae imagine the somme

the same instant murmur from a gathering crowd

the push of delinquent orpheus’ lyre

as eurydice follows behind in her trance

the shudder of crete as the minotaur is born

and aphrodite ripped screaming out of her shell

monkeys in syria vibrating like demons

the arch mesosaur in the surface of dream

i plunge like a swan behind velvetcurtains

i am moss amongst reed

i am swoop amidst glide

dismal observation of my enemy

time and all that money i lost playing poker

a hooded end a falconers death

the hook the barb

the savage beak that tears and rends

the wonder of agony as we breakthrough into newday

hark a voice in my wildernesses

the musk of may

fair as she maybe

the intrepid rapids of melting snows

some night i think i dye and it will be black

oh promise

you will bring me back





16 Responses to “edging the fabric divine”

  1. avatar
    kell | 16 July 2011 at 10:29 pm #

    Yeah, I’ll perhaps bring u back. Or at least try…

  2. avatar
    andy | 16 July 2011 at 11:38 pm #

    nothing lasts…..
    only our thoughts remain.

  3. avatar
    matthew | 16 July 2011 at 11:56 pm #

    Man, word by word, that was stunning.

  4. avatar
    Kristine | 17 July 2011 at 2:10 am #

    You’re on a roll with your prose! The New Zealand air must be very pure.

  5. avatar
    caitbrid | 17 July 2011 at 2:46 am #

    This is just stunning! “swoop amidst glide” what an image. I feel so lucky to be able to have a “connection” to you like this–thank you soooo much for this blog!

    Kathleen in Philly

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    . | 17 July 2011 at 5:34 am #

    perhaps the black is part reality, part myth
    a temporary state of being that doesn’t persist
    for too long because we humans are not well equipped
    to understand mortal passing or even how to accept it
    maybe it’s our biological standby mode or better yet
    a regenerative process where we renew our weary spirits
    the black is no friend of mine, but it may have those benefits
    for to be deprived of light temporarily will have us inherit
    a better appreciation for all those things that are beautiful, lit
    like lighthouses guiding a captain safely to shore upon his battered ship
    maybe when the black surrounds you, it’s a prelude to bigger things
    that you’ve been waiting to hold but haven’t quite found the right grip
    like all those dreams and impressions of goodness and virtue that lift
    us from the darkness as we traverse this globe of love, hate and violence

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    Cath | 17 July 2011 at 9:16 am #

    🙂 Nice, Steve

  8. avatar
    miss muse | 17 July 2011 at 10:48 am #

    mmm beeautiful, just what the doctor ordered 😉

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    Reverend Jim | 17 July 2011 at 11:52 am #

    “We is stoned immaculate”


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    Karen | 17 July 2011 at 9:23 pm #

    been a while since Ive peeped my peepers at the poems

    ‘oh my tears are pearls on the black mat of forgetting’
    love that line well i even love thump thumpy thump says the ocean
    glad I popped in for a peek

  11. avatar
    Cocoamo | 18 July 2011 at 12:33 am #

    Amazing how you can penetrate through the consciousness and touch deep in the soul with your words, your art, your music…

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 18 July 2011 at 2:17 pm #

    Ours is the cry of the helpless, told in a timeless truth
    Of this, the written word.
    Trapped by the tempest of many the blind
    Our muted calls echo, but cannot be heard.
    Helpless we must stand frigid
    Adjust the push of thoughtless hands.

    We are again adrift without sense of direction
    Into a raging storm hidden within a calm sea.
    Clinging to only our expectations, to stem th tide
    Of darkened destiny.

    Helpless as so many fall, victims
    Beneath the crush of waters walls
    Disillusioned along with a gentle breeze.

    Darrin K.

  13. avatar
    Ingrid | 18 July 2011 at 8:49 pm #

    Your lyrical splendour I feel like I’m there. Looking forward to seeing you and Ricky Maymi at Lizottes in a few week. The air must be doing you good, as your looking well xxx

  14. avatar
    Kristina | 19 July 2011 at 1:14 pm #

    I see you’re playing Dunedin. Brings back memories of all those great Flying Nun bands – have always wanted to visit there…sounds like a beautiful place.
    But perhaps not in mid-winter…would be bloody freezing down there at the moment!

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 July 2011 at 3:20 pm #

    absolutely beautiful poetics. thank-you. xo.

  16. avatar
    hellbound heart | 19 July 2011 at 8:06 pm #

    take the clay of words and craft a cathedral…..
    love always……

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