Creative Coping


The Prisoner and the Whale
June 26, 2009, 10:56 pm
Filed under: death, fishing, hope, nature, regression, willpower | Tags: , , , , ,

Inside a whale sits

Jonah, pondering

How many more rotting

Tuna he’ll

Stack up in the corner

Before he dies of

Stench and despair.

Not a scale can he see

Only slime to the touch

As the creature heaves

Through the Deep,

Filtering fish through its

Radiator teeth.

 

Jonah dreams out

And up, into the light

And over this rut.

cards fall on the table,

Dry, clean in the sun,

Behind the horizon,

Life’s line, noone

Can question

The silence beyond.

Always there.

Forever, back

Down fathoms and more

To our whale and

Trapped Jonah.

Never to see the sky

Split from the Land

And the sea

By the line.

There in the gut’s leviathon walls his

Murmurs sift the

Gloom for gold

But none drops.

Patience and hope

And his jaws will part

And out he’ll fight

Then float like a

Ripe apple, spongy after

The long winter store.



Havana Fisherman
April 5, 2009, 5:45 pm
Filed under: Cuba, eating, fishing, food, hope, Travel | Tags: , , , ,

Sitting on a polystyrene float

Fishing for something,

Feet soaked in salt water,

Cold on the ankles now

As the night-shift approaches,

Watching the water, hoping,

For some late luck to

Dangle off the hook,

As lovers sit, some, backs to

The sea, others, backs to

The road, always pairs

Unless a fisherman,

Solitary, but for bucket, rod

And hope.

 

He sits, sits, polystyrene

Squeaks and creaks and

Waves lap skin and vessel,

Taunting, teasing, ‘What?Still

No catch?’ They seem to say,

Those little bumps and ripples,

Carefree in their endlessness.

 

Time to go, back over the

Malecon*, home, to hunger and

Hungry Rosita, nothing to

Go with rice and beans

But chilled ankles and

Guitar strum.

 

*Malecon is Havana’s conrete wall, about 4 feet high and 2 wide, erected to keep the sea out



Rescue from doubt
October 21, 2008, 9:56 pm
Filed under: control, eating, happiness, healing, health, hope | Tags: , , , , ,

Patient no longer

lips warm, feet warm

Hands soft and sentient.

Gone is the rumble and

The heart ache within,

here is Life soft and sweet

And ready to eat whole,

Nothing to peel off

or hack through.

 

Eyes whole, heart WHOLE,

Life long and waiting:

Where have you been?

i’ve been expecting you all this time.’

 

‘What have you planned for me?’

 

‘Plan? You’ll see- Be kind

To yourself as you find your way, make it easy and slow, as befits a guest,

Remember, I am Life, your host,

From this life to the next.



Crystals aren’t just for hippies
June 21, 2008, 10:02 pm
Filed under: crystals, destiny, earth, healing, health, hope, intuition, minerals | Tags: , , , , , ,

Ring scratched me

Ring chose me

Ring rang bright

When I put it on-

True it rang,

With the truth of light

Filtered through fathomless

Aeons before molten bronze.

‘It’s a very powerful stone’, she said,

It knew me before I new it

It called me to it,

Its point, set in silver, dangled sharp

And chipped top finger flesh,

Exposing backstage blood and raw; but

Flesh flapped back and sealed beneath the ring-

A rock called citrine, post-card from Earth’s core.



Wakeful
June 19, 2008, 9:18 pm
Filed under: eating, happiness, healing, health, hope, pain, shame, sleep | Tags: , , , , , , ,

Firm and awake is how I feel,

Now that day is done

And night is

Come to stop

The whirr of consciousness.

Today was easy,

There was no drag,

Low air resistance and I

Soared high, even

At my desk, sat on foam.

After lunch came cruel gut,

Prompting truancy, again

the shame of crunch and swallow-

But it passed and day dawned anew

With afternoon and bloodstream teeming-

Tasks were done and now,

I’m happy to explore the night and trip on sleep, by chance,

Busy looking for a dream.



Salt Tune
June 19, 2008, 9:07 pm
Filed under: eating, food, happiness, health, hope, thrill | Tags: , , ,

Hope fits nicely into Today.

Yesterday was small,

An awkward size, to small to

Hold an egg-

It held salt, as much as filled it, instead.

Hope fits today,

Fills it full, pills

Throb through veins,

Skin drinks up the breeze,

Food floats light and

Sense is song



Earth Glow
June 13, 2008, 6:53 pm
Filed under: health, hope, pain, strength | Tags: , , , , , ,

Beauty shall come and regal shall her entrance be

Crowned shall she be with solid gems

Wrought thick within a deep

Deep soul churning with sulphurous lava flows.

Now is the curdling agony, the

Deafening crash on Vulcan’s anvil.

Beauty will come when now is then,

And her train of delights shall clank

And glisten like cans

Under a ‘Just MARRIED’ number-plate.

Now,  gut groans and churns poison

Syphened off in toxic channels to limbs

Turgid with the rancour.