Category: Poem (page 2 of 10)

On Funicular Stairs

I climbed down through coastal scrub

Sandstone nub and turkey scratch,

Purposefully counted into the hundreds

And then became distracted for caution

And for possible misstep. On safe arrival

The foreshore held its mysteries

Within wash and cliff and ancient sands,

I did not inquire or pause to study, yet

committed and turned again to climb

knowing afore each rise I would by needs,

descend

 

Martinos © 2018

Mother’s Stories

Rarely as I recall, in truth,

Did she speak expansively of herself

Or tell us stories of her young adventure

She reserved the detail and the admiration for others,

Others who were remote to me, in interest and in caring,

I never knew, and always assumed she thought them

more worthy or entertaining or greater than herself

 

And now I wish I’d asked her

And told her this was for me

Furthest from the truth

 

Martinos @ 2018

Fishing Trip

The fisherman’s mate
Left by the road

Twenty feet back onto the verge
Waited patiently awatch in the shade

Waited adjacent to where
the dinghy and trailer were parked

One side chocked up
One wheel waiting for its mate

 

Martinos © 2018

After Immersion

You have outstretched arms
You are on the beach
You are receiving the towel that
will wipe the sting of salt and glare away
You are relieved in the moment this occurs
And look back to the waves that have just released you

Later that day after bathing
You recall the moment
Your skin
Your nature
And what has washed away

 

Sandon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Martinos © 2018

Firmament

in the sea

of night

each star

a flood

of light,

the milky way

a riptide

of delight

 

 

 

 

 

Martinos  © 2018

 

Contemplation on Choice

At the centre
Of every thought
Pivoting
Holding, poised to act, if but momentarily
Is Choice

Often unattended
And more often, habitually led
Is Choice

On a filament of fine decision
Delicately placed between this and that
Are the constructions to build or
The consequences to tear down
Worlds, hearts, minds
And all that’s in between

Does my my mind make me? or
Do I make my mind? Or
Is it both together?

My desire, in either case, is to become agent and author

The one that knows it knows
The one considered and considering
The one spontaneous
The one informed

The one conscious and aware that it
Is Choice

Martinos @ 2017

The Possibility

In the homecoming

joy

in the barring

regret

 

of letting go

freedom

of craving

imprisonment

 

at the welcome

belonging

at the termination

abandonment

 

with waking up

insight

with shutting out

ignorance

 

in kindness

compassion

in aggression

self harm

 

upon reflection

knowledge

upon dogmatism

blindness

 

with helpfulness

endless option

with ill-will

limitation

 

and

remarkably

within each experience

the possibility

of discovery

 

 

Martinos @ 2017

A Thought

What the mind

Tries to work out

The heart already feels

And the soul has always known

Martinos © 2017

5 Insights for Life

Your thoughts are your prison
Or your prairie

Your body is a signature
Of the decisions you make

Your family
Is humanity

The expanding universe
Is a metaphor for your consciousness

Breath and space in your heart and mind
Becomes an infinite resource

 

Martinos © 2017

sit with him

for guy

when the child comes to you as the voice of disquiet
will you sit with him? will you hold his heart in yours?
will you say to him – you are loved and i will hear you?
and will you tell him that he can come again
as often as he needs – until a time when he does not?
will you show him love and kindness, and have him know
emerging from that new quietness
you are sure to find the solace and the guidance
you both seek?

martinos © 2017

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Her Gift

for J

she has a heart of light

she will touch you
with her radiance

see this, and
you will realise
your own illumination

who is she?

 

Martinos © 2017

Make Love the Way

Fire the candle
Crack the day
Light of life
Lift and sway

Up step up steep
Up there lit
Up to where
Archangels sit

Make ready song
Septets and airs
A vital throng
To catch our cares

Make ready step
Make ready light
Make peace within
Give love with might

Call an angel
One then two,
Call to bring
The world anew

Fire the candle
Crack the day
Bring love alive
Make love the way

 

Martinos © 2017

Breath

I am real

You feel this

Hold me
If only for a moment
To set me free

I will return

You will and do forget me

Until the moment
When I’m all you need

Like love
I am that viscera
Essential and unseen

 

Martinos @ 2017

What If?

no matter the obstacle
and all the reasons we find not to;
what if
the true purpose and meaning
of life is quite simply
to witness
to love
and to trust life?

Martinos @ 2017

Poext 31/05 – First Fire

‘First fire’🔥
She wrote
At winter’s edge
Setting pine cones
Twigs and kindling alight
Yet I would say that
Ours is the first fire
First and foremost
Alive, bright and
Inexstinguishable

Martinos @ 2017

Poext 30/05 – Beacon

In the morning
You say good 😊 morning
And the heart
Lights up!
Go figure:
A light heart
To lighten the day
And the strongest beacon
To find the way home 🏡

Martinos @ 2017

Poext 26/05 – Be Home

In our house 🏡
Is living a house
for life – a home
fixed entity with
space under roof
and shelter for love, with
the life that arrives
each day we say
I’m so glad, so glad to
be home

Martinos @ 2017

Poext 28/05

If I am an eagle 🦅
Then I have landed

If I am an only
Then you are an also

And together
We’re one ☝️

On the shape of that
We’re set for takeoff

Martinos @ 2017

In the House We Share

There’s a photo
of you
set
above the door

You’re smiling
naturally
as only you can do

Smiling in a way that
moves the spirit

And there it is:
Loved and safe
in an instant

Every time
I leave the house
Or enter

Martinos  © 2017

you ask me

you ask me
why
I love you

in this moment
I know
there is no why

as we have gone
beyond the need
for reason

to where and what
just is

 

 

 

Martinos 2017

a true friend will wake you up

in times
when you are angered
filled by rightness
directing blame
for those around you
who do not
meet the expectations
you hold them to –
a true friend will step forward to ask you:
what is it you do not see?
what is the part you play?
what sits on the other side of that
which anger
makes you blind to?

this friend may tremble
to risk the fire you aim
yet will do so
in service to you
and to that awakening

Martinos © 2017
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