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.

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Poetry in a cafe called Coffee@Bricklane shortly before closing time

 

Sweeping round my feet, no ceremony.

Customer-centric ? What?-

Too close to closing time.

Anyway, this tables’s mine for now,

And on its pink lino I’ll rest

THis little black book,

And a tweed elbow

Like so many others, hordes, in fact,

Vintage with Youth.

 

I’m here now writing, instead

of Yoga or eating, to stop time

And take stock.

Of what? Of myself, of course-

Narcissism or self-awareness I can’t

Tell, self-indulgence, perhaps.

 

‘Soup of the Day was three pounds ten.

Why ten, what’s in it for them?!

Three pound is round.

Rhyming won’t get me anywhere.

 

One day I hope to be above all this.

Taller trees generally have deeper roots to

Counteract the blast of the wind.

 

Blast this music! Always the same

Here at Coffee@, NOISE,

Racket designed to be heard,

No need to listen.

 

Why have I come here

To get myself in tune – all this din.

Well, if I can’t tune here I can’t tune anywhere..

 

Thats it! Back to Kipling,

‘If you can keep your head when

All around are losing theirs

And blaming it on you..’

 

Yes. I’ll keep my wretched head and

Forget regret and neglect

The errors of a self

Lost, waiting for a way out

Not picking up Ariadnes’s

Guiding thread.



Beginner’s Autogenics
June 26, 2008, 8:58 pm
Filed under: autogenics, control, earth, hair, healing, health, heat, light, strength, thrill, willpower | Tags: , , , , ,

A hot expanse swells below

This cafe floor, my Earth.

Above, if i picture it,

A bulb of light so large it might include a tree-

Between, am I, small and sitting-

Straight, I think, ready channel but feeble

Conductor.

 Let Life Force strike light

Through a balding head

Into my woken soul.



Domino Days
May 28, 2008, 8:32 pm
Filed under: control, destiny, health, willpower | Tags: , , , ,

The days ahead seem far

Off, even the one tomorrow,

What state will be then and

The states between

Are unknowables-

To what extent can I steer

These fates,

Extend my will into the Ether

That immediately surrounds these

Hours, stacked up, a

Queue of dominos?