594 diaries

Haiku years

Heading for the dust

Emptiness 

593. FERGUS

 strange landing

And all our peering

Always hands

592 AUTUMN

Under the geese

A stubble field where

Man walks dog

591

 Tidal words

Weathering our world

To standstill 

590

 Body small

Walking wind big push-

Ing the day

589 Cows

 My feet move the wall

As cars drawl off its old stone

Then cows backs emerge

As if whales breaking water

Their gentle rocking to chew

588

 Be (3)

The people

The body not mind

Walking time

587 be (2)

 The people

Mainly the body

Mostly slow 

Not a self

Not your thoughts and words

Not driven

586

 We stolen

Pulled apart as selves

Endless words

585

 I blur the land for

Food and shelter before

Stillness brings it back

584 rabbit

The rabbit ran as if in a dream
The dog noticed not but I saw
All the rabbits
The first  under the shed
In the jaws of our other dog
Screaming for the next life
The second  lived in our garden
For a week or two escaping only
To return marooned on our estate
With us in our lives without children
No escape for any of us
I saw the rabbit dream running
Perhaps for a fortnight
Skipping down pends ducking under cars
The last time on its hind legs
Right in front of my window
I was the first to blink
When I opened my eyes again
You were flat from a car
A merest baby on the roadside
Without eyes

583 be

 Be passing 

Consolations be

The life force 

582 who fed the chickens

Who fed the chickens

Who fed the boys

Sitting atop the chicken shed

Beside the field of cows

Deciding whose were whose

I remember banana and custard

We sprinkled sugar 

I remember my mum's arched eye

At a rare school friend in the house

He had a cup of tea into which 

Spoon after spoon of sugar fell

You see how they live the eye said

Who fed the chickens

Who fed the boys

You had the brown and white ones 

I had the black and white

What colour were the chickens?

I remember fruit cake

I remember baked apples

And as if the cows had got into our house

And grown hands

And chosen weapons 

I remember them fight like beasts

Crashing into walls screaming

She had a rolling pin

Then a frying pan

He had a knife against her throat

Who fed the chickens

Who fed the boys

I took your hand to a neighbour 

Who gave us orange juice and bid us go away

I remember crossing a field

You swinging  at the end of his arm

Me mute in her hand

We love you she said

But who fed the chickens

And who fed the boys

581 birds revolving on spikes

 The pigeons 

Made dead circles for

The man's gun

580

 With these bones

With these arms and legs

Withstanding

579

history

Like packaging words

We don't read

578 Three ways of talking (and thinking)

POWER SPEECH
Puts to death
Claims the very throne
Hears no one

DELUSIONAL SPEECH
invents worlds
Makes rules that make knots
Is lonely

CONSOLATION SPEECH
skeletons
Side by side talking
With their hearts

577 This body

 Our command

A leaf in the wind

Til night comes

Based on

fayuan  601-63

"This body without a self"

In the book "nuns of emptiness" by beata grant

576

 Waders fall

With Grace and song to

Winter beach

575

 Leaves in wind

Lift me into life

Flowing song

574

 This pulling

Apart is our life

Nothing stays

573 on the water

 You stay there

asking me how dark

can I live

572

 Your staring

Sea eyes asking me

Where are you?

571

 Ghosts above

Speak softly of death

Nails of night