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The Noble Struggle

September 17th, 2018|0 Comments

It’s late afternoon
And the vintner gives his prognosis
For my noble disease.
The vines need pruning;
I need to cut back to stimulate new growth,
He says.
There doesn’t feel anything noble about it.
It feels like weakness,
No longer able to endure
The snap of a winter soil,
Or trying once again to push my roots down deep.
It’s where the best flavour comes from;
The noble struggle, he says.
I wonder what growth is left.
The harvest has more character now,
Less acidity, he says
Less vigour, I think.
Maybe I should pull the whole crop out
And just retire,
Drink someone else’s craft till I’m gone.
But I know I can’t,
It’s the only joy I have left.


Laughing Buddha

September 16th, 2018|0 Comments

The wind is blowing
Through the thoughts in my mind
As I offer thanks to the child
Laughing inside.
He’s laughing at the soap bubbles
Bursting in the light,
At the fireflies glowing at night,
And at the flickering lamp
That I’m reading by.
But most of all,
He’s laughing with me,
Laughing at this self
I take so seriously.


Chilli Hit

September 15th, 2018|0 Comments

Slobbing in the lounge
In front of the TV
With wine and pizza
Is not the taste of joy.
I put in too much chilli again.
There it is!
Life’s antidepressant
Has set my world on fire.
Perhaps I should have
Chilli for breakfast
And set fire to the day.

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