Sunday, February 25, 2007

For Grandma

I have now understood,

The meaning of the songs

she crooned to me.

The mumble jumble words,

the touch of her wrinkled hands

on my young cheeks.

The murmurs in the dark,

Filling me with reassurance,

I know their meanings now.

They were the memories

which she had inherited

from her mother,

along with her blood,

And she from hers.

I see her eyes in my mirror,

And her smile

Smiles back at me

Like a blessing.

A shared treasury

of memories, and shared blood

Passed on faithfully.

now my inheritance.

Who do I pass it on to?

Saturday, February 10, 2007

With rocks, you never can tell.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Solid and unobtrusive,
a brooding, hulking presence,
over the horizon.

yet a cold rock may
Hide within itself,
a fire.
On eruption it consumes
All in it’s wake,

leaving behind
devastation and
burnt land.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Sometimes, an angel hides
inside a rock,
Waiting for
a sculptor's probing gaze
to release
his trapped soul.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Valentine's Day ? No Thanks!

I really don’t fancy you at all

I adore guys, hunky, rich and tall

But what can I do,

I am stuck with you,

You are ‘The bird in hand’ after all.


An earthworm found

next to him a pretty face

He exclaimed,

“I am smitten, I must confess

Can I make you mine?

Will you be my valentine?”

She thundered- "IDIOT!

I am your other end!”

Sunday, February 04, 2007


Summer showers

Carry your fragrance.

I fill my lungs

With your memories.

I have erased you

from my mind

But bodies have

memories too.