The walls divide us from water and from light,
Fruits are sold but not ripen here;
We cannot tell the time of year,
And lamps and traffic estrange us from the night.

For we have shut ourselves off from the larger world
And grown hearts narrow like alleys; we are afraid
Of quiet, emptiness, the far away.

No one knows what his neighbour is called,
But fears him; defences go up; weapons are made
To keep the unknown constantly at bay ;-)
David Fotter Adventurous - 16 years, 5 days ago

To My Pets

Be my companions still
With wind and star and stone
Till in your desert music
I will hear my own ;-)
David Fotter Adventurous - 16 years, 5 days ago

Physics of Love

The mutual magnetism of love
Nullifies every other force
That acts upon two infected bodies.
Even gravity is weakened as
They leap obstacles, ride
On their commonest occasions
Six inches above the unbelieving ground ;-)
David Fotter Adventurous - 16 years, 5 days ago

Wild Iron

Sea go dark, dark with wind,
Feet go heavy, heavy with sand,
Thoughts go wild, wild with the sound
Of iron on the old shed swinging, clanging:
Go dark, go heavy, go wild, go round,
Dark with the wind,
Heavy with the send,
Wild with the iron that tears at the nail
And the foundering shriek of the gale ;-)
David Fotter Adventurous - 16 years, 5 days ago

The Happy Army

The child has a vision of the happy army. He
has carefully sketched in my appointment book
the smiles, the fingers, the boots and guns
his happy army wave like rattles. No
one is dying, no one's bad or good
and even the one at the back has a medal
while the generals beam pure love. The sun
has rolled to the ground, has been caught up
in a growing air of excitement that runs
riot, filling the earth with faces, arms, legs
and bits of old tanks. It is natural
that everyone, everywhere, faces the front,
not out of discipline or to scare the enemy
but in frank expectancy of applause. And
of course this is why this particular army
is happy, why no one dies, why the sun
shares in the happy army's happiness
and rolls down to earth. It is why I run
towards to boots and guns, why I come
as far as I dare to the adge of the paper
to stare...to stare and cheer them on ;-)
David Fotter Adventurous - 16 years, 5 days ago