posted on May 2, 2011 at 10:40 pm

a white shot in your heart


i am reborn in far off lebanon

mosaic spring heralded by a carpet of poppy

golden carp swim up honeyed streams and echo in reflection

the frenzied mating of the ibis

the cocoon of the bat

in between fig trees taller than clouds strides a noble lion

the crush of grapes leads to such a fine fine wine

yes drink if you are thirsty

drink and sleep and dream

oh the gentle sun nudges me forward in your footsteps

we pass shrine after shrine on the road to joppa

we hear of miracles we hear of devils

in the quiet of cities we can only see

the forest implies itself upon arrival

a great mossy portal

feeling of being watched

the snake says nothing

the worm broods in earth

a monkey or two in the canopy

their sad human eyes trapped inside animal

oh yes i see everything now

even the distant sea which burnt far off in morning

even the garden with white walls where you played as a child

my thoughts tremble upon uttering these words

we loved each other more than this world deserved

my hands slump from wrists

mammon hammers me

male day upon female night

male wisdom within female magic

male anger inside female scorn

an egret at the edge of a heavenly lake

the bright green frog in its mouth represents mankind

the clear blue water at its feet represents ripples in time

the egg in its nest represents the ever replenishing future

where my heart exists in song

my father moving through the mountains snows

my mother at the edge of solomons pool

my wild sister at the frontier of her glorious madness

pleasured insane by the sentience of all things

each word had its own colour

each colour had its own sound

she can perceive with ease a creatures name for itself

her eyes fly with birds she has tamed

as she lingers alone at the end of a day

awaking from reveries given by god

as eden was stolen by harlots and thieves

and the tigris was filled with the blood of our adam

and it floated through memory staining the banks

it set man and woman together apart

both expect mercy but neither will give it

both need forgiveness though neither will have it

with one eye i can see the passing decades

with another the rich threads of each second dissolve

i know that my saviour kneels in clairvoyance

and hearing the throb of the sin in this world

and my love dressed in black stands at a funeral

and whose grave is that if it is not mine?

and my children in roses under her bluest of sky

and my friend strides beside me grim and so fair

and our arrows are knowledge of nature and science

we never ask how we only ask why

go home to your wives and lay down in love

go home to your beds and lay down in sleep

tomorrow again the morning star rises

spirit nature love dream come

if i am indeed your son and your sun

and your only one

i ask you this and only this

reverse treacherous time which is up to my neck

more life is all i crave

more flowers more hours more lovely days of summer

a refuge from winters cloying claw

dark bloody winter with his train of frost ghost

dead soulless winter quiet like death

hard hollow winter with pieces of skin

whitened black winter his face is a skull

i once knew a woman in nescient egypt

her magic was growing stronger each year

but all of her hemlock and philtres of nepenthe

couldnt absolve me from each fleeting  minute

and none of her fingers all ringed in mute sapphire

and none of her toes all ringed in screaming gold

and none of her souls surrounded by jet

and  none of her prayers which were guided by light

and none of her sisters who were spirits of trees

the oak and the fir and the spruce and the pine

they danced with the fauns at the back of her dreams

a fever she got when she visited tyre

a wind had swept out of the mountains in rage

and it visited plagues on the temples of set

that same old serpent who constricts this globe

the one who offered  fruit to another mans wife

the one who descends in a fog of thick blackness

shadow the sun in a shroud of cold intent

no day can come through eclipses like that

no star may break through those raptured in lies

but my saviour with  his armageddon eyes

he lives and he breathes and he hears and he sees

the planet we standing on suddenly gone

and he smiles and is secretly pleased


26 Responses to “nature”

  1. avatar
    Kristine | 3 May 2011 at 5:21 am #

    One of the few truly great writers left on this planet you are…

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 3 May 2011 at 5:57 am #

    ‘ The planet we standing on suddenly gone’ ..
    . I feel you are directly on to something SK, Because I often wonder, when mankind has finally broken…how much glue is thereto use. Or this imaginative existence that is quiet as a shadow, will scream and shout, will we meet each other all…all at the end.

    Darrin K.

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    Once | 3 May 2011 at 6:27 am #


    Counting to ten, only make it to 9
    Don’t know what’s happening
    I hear screaming and see a head on a pole
    Medieval iron blackness and smoke rising again
    Glowing orange ball but not the sun
    No life no creation blood and haze
    And ragged shoes stomping through ashes
    And a black mast in a sickening sunset
    And glistening blue waves goodbye
    Salute no salute where have you been
    And tell me the price of a deadman’s soul
    Can you tell me the market rate it’s all gold now, is it?
    I see a map, map made shapes designate your state
    So watch out don’t be like them be like me
    Don’t be anything at all
    East the east how black oil burns
    Roaring with fire and the chanting breaks through
    Spitting bile in the face of eloquence
    And is this all they have?
    Is that all there is?
    You could have asked me
    Would have told you the truth
    Somewhere, in another Universe
    Without forethought
    And with no intent at all
    A child stuck a pin in a white-robed doll.

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    Richie | 3 May 2011 at 9:00 am #

    Absolutely beautiful SK…

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    Lisa | 3 May 2011 at 9:20 am #

    I loved twisting and falling in and out of your words today. Such an adventure, so vivid and visceral and like I could be there, one with your imaginings. That is the gift that I can’t get enough of. Plenty to glean from that offering, will have to dissect further though the surface is powerful enough in its own right. Thank you thank you thank you Steve!

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    Tracey | 3 May 2011 at 10:20 am #

    I am stunned, stunningly beautiful and more. Thank you.

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    Ray | 3 May 2011 at 10:50 am #

    Beautiful poetry. Just grab a mic and sing it in sometime! Swirls of sensation and feeling. Have you heard of the ‘khandas’ from Buddhist philosophy? Your writing recalls these for me. Here’s an interesting essay if it interests you:

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    princey | 3 May 2011 at 10:50 am #

    Love your lovely writing sk….you’re 1 in a 1,000,000, that’s for sure 🙂

  9. avatar
    evilren | 3 May 2011 at 10:53 am #

    the river runs deep. Take the knowledge and run.

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    Georgia | 3 May 2011 at 10:53 am #


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    Linjo | 3 May 2011 at 12:06 pm #

    Steve I would have to read that a thousand times to appreciate it wholly. Wonderful images. Armageddon eyes, wow. Somewhere a few dozen hearts are weeping for their slain father, that alone is sad. How many virgins will be waiting in ‘paradise’? x

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    Christina | 3 May 2011 at 12:16 pm #

    Absolutely gorgeous today, Steve.
    So much vivid and mystical imagery…transports me to another world.

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    Anonymous | 3 May 2011 at 12:44 pm #

    as only the wind passes through all (what began) certain never ending in loss it’s always (somewhere) returning again to the start of each dream held forever by man brings the sun’s golden warmth in a favorable day(last)from the cool of dark nights under stars as we pray why it stills into torture of a dull clouded rain? i began not to wonder to keep from doubt’s pain if you believe in the breeze as a song from the past quietly promising answers to questions never yet asked (well, then — contemplate this:) that the wind can catch up to stay in our hearts, whispering words to walk further before fear takes tomorrow apart

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    Melissa | 3 May 2011 at 3:45 pm #

    so amazing, and beautifully written, I so miss my daily dose of ttb with no computer 🙁

    lots of catching up to do!


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    redgrevillea | 3 May 2011 at 4:15 pm #

    Astounding, gorgeous, I loved this – you are amazing!

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    hellbound heart | 3 May 2011 at 7:21 pm #

    when are you going to release the best of your blog poetry as a book? surely this would have to be a piece that you’d include……

    love always……

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    Once | 4 May 2011 at 12:45 am #

    I’ve tried to write a proper comment on this at least 20 times since yesterday, and all I keep thinking is “perfect”, which is an absolute, and therefore really says nothing.


    Kinda kind reading a great work by Shakespeare or someone, and going, “S’alright, mate.”

    **sighs again. gets overwhelmed, gives up**

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      Once | 4 May 2011 at 12:48 am #

      Kinda LIKE, that should say…

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    kell | 4 May 2011 at 12:56 am #

    I thought of you as u were writing this. Out of the blue. My olde friend, I’m so glad to share this planet with you. Your life is as important to me as my own…

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    Once | 4 May 2011 at 4:17 am #

    One other thing, ref mortality in general, have you read “Death Interrupted” (Jose Saramago)? I’m about 1/4 of the way into it, and so far it is phenomenal. Link below, in which there is a good synopsis in the “reviews” section –

  20. avatar
    sue c | 4 May 2011 at 9:52 pm #

    this poem’s kind of like a hymn to her, could be adam to eve or some other.
    Love this one a lot SK

  21. avatar
    bc | 5 May 2011 at 12:01 am #

    mosaic spring heralded by a carpet of poppy (yey)

    the planet we standing on suddenly gone (ney)

  22. avatar
    Freddie | 6 May 2011 at 11:27 pm #

    Of the last few, I think this one is my favorite.

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