Month: February 2018

This Journey

for Toke Paludan Møller


Open the flower

Load the camel

Kiss the lion

Trust the child

Dance your truth

Return the stone


Martinos © 2018

To the End

(for Pam)

She said
of his passing

‘You know
nothing is seen to change
and yet,
everything does’

Later at the window

She spoke with the wind

Sharing her invisible

Sweetly to the end


Martinos @ 2018

At Evening’s Fall

Our words were mesmerised, unable at
each attempt to describe the end of day
the sun took its story – a spectacle of hues and
ribbons between gold fire and greyblack crimsons
beyond Wolumbin – reclining grandmother
crag head facing skyward – omniscient
pausing inbreath grandeur

Taking our gaze, the cloud hummers went westerly
tribal souls migrating in unison
their mentor and guide a following breeze
and curiously the stars appeared above them
as if flying in formation against the trend
missiles or satellites – not afraid – in awe
we saluted the spectacle – swaying in silence and wonder




Martinos © 2018