i may drift off
at random moments
upon seeing poetry
in a serendipitous
seemingly miraculous
landmark occurrence
if i'm lucky enough
to notice it
but it's the muse
of the mundane
the poetically banal
that speaks to me
in a clearer voice
it tells of the hair
that clogs the shower
the washing left out
forgotten on the line
in yet another downpour
of two dogs
keeping me company
while i work
it is here
     forever here
that the truest
moments of beauty
will be found

[ Poet’s Note :  This is the second of two poems personifying Truth ]

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part Two

Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
blood spurting, soiling fine furs of
humanoids at play with slick lies
and shallow Hansard words
trying to acupuncture Truth

Blood that stains and weeps and
                                   weeps
blood that runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
                                   rise up again !
pulled firmly by the hair with wide
                                      open fingers
Truth rise and rise and rise

dance with Courage
find amethysts in hard hearts of fear
cradle them to Moon for blessing
connect with fluffy clouds where little
girls see God

Truth !  be washed by midnight rain
plait yourself softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in
unbroken voices

Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste
                                       hot bread

Truth springs up again and again
She rises from oceans and
mountains forever and ever

Right here !

©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990

(Poet’s Note : This poem is the first of two poems on The Nature of Truth)

Truth came from the purest of pure
smell of pine between toes endure
from crystal streams where trout shimmer
              like rainbow dreams
from seagulls on wing, willow whisper then sing
deep down Poseidon takes his blue cue anew

She came from violet centres
floating in a bowl she enters
new-borns **** her milk rippling
down sunburnt throats
               never forlorn, sailing a boat
Truth swoops her eagles over the Globe
travelling cyberways to hold her laughter
floating from Galactic Sun

Radiant across every gradient smiling
warmest sweet, tiny perfect teeth
gleaming in a tweet !
She came to stroke, sprinkle justice with
               joy, transform lies with tears, lifting hearts from holes with bells on her toes
out of dirt, up the stairs eating mushrooms
with dare

breathe in human hair, listening to rolling
drums with care, ******* sweet nectar
She senses through many lenses
Truth comes to give Grace, sweetbreads              
             shout-outs, petals, stardust, eggs
across ages and aeons from Mercury
Venus and Mars to give answers in
glasses between shells from lagoons

Her breath smells of grass newly cut
exuberant nasturtium and lily in hug
                          conflicts melt away
Truth in a barn where couples lie
butternut soup on a winter’s table
where fathers laugh with a terrier
                    in good health, Siamese
purring on a persian rug

Truth completes a circle, opens up
channels joyously
    
                               ¥

I spent the whole day
waiting for you to get home from work
with my favorite hot dog
so we could have dinner together.

You arrived empty-handed.

I forgot
I needed to tell you
what I like.

It’s not a remarkable rarity,
Not a ruby reflecting the rays
Of the sun, indeed, serendipity
Is like salt in the Monterey Bay.

It’s the dollar you find in your pocket,
It’s the hummingbird visiting home—
The song you would keep in a locket
If you could, for it plays like a poem.

You needn’t be lucky to find it,
It is not a matter of chance.
Open your eyes, be unblinded
And you’ll see it in every glance.

The moon, the stars, the heavens on high
Are not hidden—simply look up to the sky.

a clay coloured mug
with the dregs
of now-cold coffee
swirling with bits
accumulated dust
and a fallen fly
left on the side
it needs to be washed
but will be ignored
time and again
each time i pass by
because of how
it is stained;
not by the rings
lining it's inner surface
from top to bottom
with striations of brown
but because of
the lipstick smudge
on its outer edge
a sign of her presence
of all the memories
that a smear of red
can conjure
and a reminder
that she will
be home soon

Lawn mower,
At noon I hear yours echoes,
Like thunder, spread evenly
Across the earth.

Touching you
Always was unacceptable.
But now it's happened.

The wind rustles
My long plaid pants,
Touching the ends of my hair.
I walk slowly, rejoicing at this day.

I take an icy,
Velvety peach
With bruises
From the refrigerator.
It smells
Sweet and refreshing,
Like someone hugging
In the rain.
I carefully bite off.
Bite by piece.
Sour coolness
Remains in the mouth.
Now it is a release for him.
After all, he lay alone
Among five white apples.