
2020 regina KEy
Farewell
For once just
following our breath
no further than
the point of its dispersal
into the starry ocean
of a winter’s night
aware
that everything counts
and nothing remains
Beginning and end
dissolve each other
in transient silence
What was left unsaid
Will fill volumes
The Goddess
I could be your rock
or a charm
a statue veiled
or a book missing the last page
I could beat the odds
find land that was left unclaimed
and live in close proximity
Not everything requires a name
I could be your beacon
or a dream
probing mantic seductive or grave
or a tree
standing like a prayer
green and impossible
in the desert
a rare flower pleading with the sun
not lasting the night
I could be your sail
at the turning point
of a voyage
duration uncertain
destination unknown
or a breath
like sea air salty and cool
touching your skin as you sleep
sounding the unspeakable
We could be mirrors
revealing and healing two ways
or a passage unchartered
and homeward bound
in dormant answers
to questions
which yet dare not face their meaning
Silent look
Silent look
of wordless trust
reaching out and
resting inside you
a glance of quiet love
and pleasure
longing to be returned
in equal measure
Whatever meets your eye
so still and true
is happiness
meant for
and finding
you

Turning tides
When turmoil recedes
and the noisy claims
of knowing
what and why
are fading
we may find
that the answers were
never heading for
the frantic questions
but were waiting
in the fearless calm
of ourselves
humming to the songs
of suns moons and planets
orbiting our minds
We may realise
that the tide of life
is simply turning
and all we need to do
is turn with it
and heal
Touching time
I run my hands softly
through the incandescent joy
of this day
like I have never
touched summer before
leaning into its opal song
nothing to hide or explain
still humming its colours
in my dreams
I run my mind slowly
through fleeting eternities
immersed in spectral miracles
trusting the oceans of now
beyond the changing light of passing hours
like I have never
touched time before
Wild Dolphins
Time and again
I stand in quiet awe
as their presence draws near
my human soul deeply moved
at the sight of such synchronised
trust breath and agility
boundless vigour
charging breaching leaping
through the seas
with infinite oceanic eloquence
unrestrained boldness
of intense and smart momentum
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Absorbed by this vibrant exuberance
Oh how I crave such spirited freedom

Soliloquy
As I look with slow eyes
nature is a wordless poetry
intense, delicate
powerful, raw
authentic unto itself
and in it I compose
my breathing, organic verse
Here now
partaking in human consciousness
not to own
but to disperse again
from this conductive concentrate
carrying the coding of experience
elsewhere
Some questions arise
with no need
for the gratification
of instant answers
They may be found
in unexpected ways
times or places
or not by me at all
As I look with slow eyes
lights begin to find me
igniting deep inside me
Ruby Callover for Self Easement
Aspire to the higher but
don't be afraid of falling
for what feels like falling
is you orbiting the origin
of your spirit
Hold your fire
Fears, doubts, anger and worry
don't call for punishment
There is such kindness
always ready to embrace us
in our weakest moments
Whatever God is
is never distant
God is a warm coat
in the winter of ourselves
Don't expect yourself
to remember everything
you have been told
Drop the pressure
Allow emptiness
Know nothing
Question everything
including God
God needs liberating too

Cozy hour
Cozy hour of first light
still touching seven songs of dreamy night
without word nor plan nor duty
all respires in tranquil beauty
and somewhere very far away
the strange gruff crow
of tired old rooster
sounds to start the day
Afar
I like to gaze
into the distant haze
because what is near
is already here
New and at velocity
things rise from curiosity
What we miss
Time has taught me
not to be wanting
life not longer
breath not faster
No storm blows the sky away
You can feel safe between books
and dress elegantly
in lavish fabrics
eloquent and accomplished
Head so full
Heart so blinded
We are
what we so dearly miss
The Angel of Silence
I am silence
I frame the piercing lament
of the gull
I stage the blackbird's
rousing song
and mute the turbulence
under predators' wings
I am silence
broken in the coming
of final farewells
petrified in the arrival
of difficult decisions
I am silence
worn out in the barren void
of plundered landscapes
tormented in the voiceless agony
of caged wildness
deadly in the coded intelligence
of viral disease
I am silence
tranquil and intense
in the pure black winter night
bursting with stars
sweet in the warm breath
of sleepy exhaustion
when love is made
I am silence
I am colourless
I am infinite

Luna
Lucent and still
a soft silk glow rises at dusk
No other heavenly body so close
but keeping a perfect alluring distance
revealing as little or as much
as the moody skies permit
secret unnamed features
facing away from admiring eyes
disclosed to the infinite dark alone
Moon is she
Forest walk, Humford Park
Radiant sunlit bluebells
and fragrant wild garlic
covering the slopes
up to fields beyond the trees
and down to the
restless whispers
of the sparkling brook
in its joyful hurry
to join the river
by the giant stepping stones
I felt the heron's gaze
before I turned and saw the slender shape
motionless and framed
by a single beam of sunlight
The path meanders before us
through a multi-dimensional concert
of invisible birds
the silent flutter of butterflies
white delicate wings
with a crescendo of orange tips
and the gentle bassy buzz
of the humble bumble
Ferns uncurling from
their knotty brown cocoons into
lush leafy feathers
of a fresh dreamy green
A lofty forest scented breeze
cools my face
stirring memories of
countless walks through woods
and years and places
of such magic
that words will never tell
Skin
Measured surface of ​​the sun worshiper
Radiant health barometer
Seven much enduring layers
Canvas of clinical pictures, harsh portraits of disease
Landscape of secret wild agility
of adventures had
electrified, contact ready everything risked
Membrane to earthly reality
elastic as space, sense, world and time
Lively dress
Inherited, weathered
and sometimes numb
with unsustainable pain
raw under a racing heart
Seismograph for each internal tremor
Sometimes young and soft as rose
in happiness
Sometimes blue with cold lifeless
grey and pale
dreaming back to tender beginnings
Minute life index
Restless biography
Directory of every experience
Revelation in the unpredictable wrinkles of repeated daily emotion
Millions of inventories
Eruptions chronological and close
in the cauldron of contradiction
Last sensual barrier
before the invisible shell of
supernatural experience
abundant along the meridians of
the fine electric flow
True and responding to every touch
Seamlessly contained inside we are
Perfectly enveloped with neither
ending nor beginning
we feel, however, naked
Wings
Watch the birds
claim indefinite skies
in noisy flocks
or silent solitude
Soaring eagle
Gliding swift
Whizzing sparrow
Plunging cormorant
Hawk poised motionless
in the wind
Starlings in their thousands
articulating the air
in ever changing verse
Above and around us
a constant flux of
winged motion
demonstrates with ease
a borderless world
Free
This day be mine
as I slip from the grip
of the trembling hands of time
and dawdle beyond horizons
and wonder
even beyonder
The Clown
Let my greatest weakness be
the total inability
to give in
to the sadness of it all
With the widest grin
even as I fall
I try to help you see
beyond impossibility
This be my very humble
message as I tumble
