she split down her kaftan down the middle
spread hips imagination and playful foreshores
lay down on the beach and listened to the waves
at first the sand ground at her passion but soon
the salt of the ocean moistened appetite for more
as she sailed on ebbs flows and pleasure let free
her lover joined at mid-riff played with her pearl
anchored on their pulsating coral reef of delight
the stroboscope of a lighthouse pointed the way
erect near a beach hut of drift wood and starfish
shadows applauded uncensored communal rapture
until drift spilled ripples and spray into the waft
motionless they remained at the tide line of joy
imagined a wild fire roaring way into the night
retold their story and rejuvenated their dreams
30th December 2020
Categories:
stroboscope, bridal shower,
Form: Free verse
The light bulb absolved its flickering duty
Bayonet stuck in the depth of despair
‘Screw you’ but the mismatch prevailed
Life takes a psychic but the medium is fraught
The planet a stroboscope for fits of illusion
She severed the cord and turned on the gas
Shadow play and the pantomime was over
Categories:
stroboscope, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Rip Tides
Dead serious this depression business rocky murky
with tides like a tsunami suggesting certain
drop zones
that kill
No swimming but drowning lead weights in my heart and no
wetsuit for balance and buoyancy no compass the currents are
dragging me
out and down
Inner pirates lure away from the shore and most of all
from my Self little devils like giants amplifying
what is there
and what is not
The lighthouse is dim and yet irritating a stroboscope racing
torched thoughts spin in endless loops and blinding flashes on
automatic pilot in
steady apathetic inertia
24th July 2018
Categories:
stroboscope, depression,
Form: Epitaph