Love and feathers

Harper

while I wait for wings
To lift me up and take me home
What lands in my fishing net
Is a lovely leafy pome.

I understand the sabbath days
of solitary solemnness
I understand that nature is
so full of rambling randomness

As the story has unravelled
from through winter until now
We can do nothing but watch and learn
To destiny I bow

Its time a few changes
for a cosmic overhaul
we'll have to work on healing
though summer unto fall

My body has protested
At how I choose to live
She's asking me for things now
That I don't know how to give.

I grab her every morning
When I go to work
And when I am day dreaming
Still gently she does lurk

Its only now I understand
your knees and your aches
How can we keep them happy
For dear heaven's sake!

As of the turbulent waters
That toss our daily boat
I trust you to hang in there
And hold on to your note.

You  must trust me when I tell you
That  these are important times
Its through this turbulence
That words starts to rhyme.
Its through this dangling conversation
That we will find the clues
As to what we must think
And what we must do///

You are living a great learning
That tells me you will know
More and more everyday
But it could be slow..

Lets hold on to our dreams
And play with our words
Its just a mater of time before
We soar with 'em birds

Love and feathers
M

Mediary thought

Madeleine

It's as if I'm not there

Filled with hope and then despair

An adequate state of know-not-what

A blank___ a slash/ a dash- a dot.

I lie as if I am awake

And walk with dreams I can't partake

I tarry forth back to and fro

Not knowing whence I came from, or where to go.

I slowly slip into the mist

Question things I can't resist

Scribbling lines upon the fog

Conversations with no dialogue.

This limbo is my winter estate

A solemn entrance to natures gate

I'm waiting for this mist to rise

To drift along with no surprise.

Deriving life from other things

Soaking up what nature brings

And in that mediary thought

I catch a glimpse of all that's naught.

Tonight I sat under the moon

It's getting fuller all too soon

But it was nice to simply rest

And imbibe all that's truly blessed.

These days have been my saving grace

Journeying through life at a steady pace

Planting ideas like little seeds

Hoping someday to eat the fruits of these deeds.

I'm off now to return

To my dreams where I shall learn

Of places been and lives forgot

Lessons learned and soul songs taught.

Solitary on Sabbath,

Harper

Autumn in my Heart

Madeleine,

I'm quite upset

By matters of the heart

I can't quite grasp the nuances

That keeps our worlds apart

What are these intricacies

That follow mind and soul?

And leave the heart in such despair

That questions every goal?

My journey ever seems to take

So many twists and turns

And I am left to lie awake

while quietly it burns

The fire in my heart it seems

Is one such glowing ember

But this is just October yet

What of November and December?

My 37th year I gather

Is full of matter, full of dreams

And my heavy heart is left to wallow

In penetrating silent screams.

I don't know what to do or say

Wait patiently I reckon

For answers to reveal themselves

And surreptitiously beckon.

There is one thing that I do subscribe

to the wandering life I lead

That it takes me everywhere

And fulfills my every need.

Autumn in my heart,

Harper falling leaf

kirke

Comic done in 1998.

In the world of Harper and Madeleine

Sent to me on Jan 25th, 2002. 3:52 am.

Dearest deepest darkest sea

Those nothings which you wrote to me

brought back the smell of salty sun

which the waves had gently spun.

goan greed so bright and pure

goan greed that wants some more

some more of that paradise

and the holiday disguise

the lack of my bikini

in this freezing room

is nature's way of telling me

that I'm back too soon

delhi winter is another fact

the wind has very little tact

but its allowing me to endorse

a new wardrobe for a new cause.

the office looks like a garage

its empty, messy, dead and large

times are changing nervously

and fates are forming purposely.

I wonder what I'm going to do.

I haven't any sort of clue

my future seems too far from now

2 years have passed I don't know how.

the magic beds in my own home

trap me when I am alone

the sun spills onto soft beddings

and the green barbet needs to sing

eucalyptus leaves talk in their sleep

and the wind it sometimes weeps

The guitar has lost its wooden soul

in my heart its left a hole

its strings cut me like a knife

for I am its prodigal wife.

it awaits my uncertain return

meanwhile its useless fire burns.

and harper's gone drunk and tanned

the crowded ship is so unmanned

we'll have to find the secret map

and spread it out upon our laps

find different routes to different lands

but rendezvous on goan sands

your heart, now it must be lighter

and your vision even brighter

i'm glad we caught the setting sun

amidst those days of frantic fun.

I saw the fog lift from your eyes

what doesn't kill you makes you wise

and I can see that you've returned

with battles won and lessons learned.

goodbyes we missed my never mind

another chance we'll have to find.

love and watermelons

skelp

Thirty Seven

Harper

 This is Madeleine
 Once more I have been crowned the Queen
 My paper cups do overflow
 With wine and chatter they do glow.

 How art thou?
 My cups they ask
 Gently nudging your whisky flask
 Thirty seven is a wondrous age
 To write upon an empty page
 Enter the fact in letters bold
I am thirty seven years old. 

Thirty Seven years old
Thirty seven years young
Thirty seven years
 Together strung

 Today, a birthday wish I grant
A birthday pome I lightly chant

 Harper this has got to be
A glorious year, for all to see
 Filled with great unravellings
Filled with greater happenings
Filled with love and filled with light
Filled with joy and beauty bright.

 May your coming year
Bring you near
To all that you ever seek
May it carry you closer
Giving you a peek
Of the larger mysteries
That constantly unfold
And the cosmic ramblings
That every seashell holds

 I wish for this year of yours to be
The Greatest yet in history...

Love and magic
M.Weathers

From 2003

Madeleine my heart was heavy

it's slowly getting light

I think I am quite ready

To take that long awaited flight

I'm leaving all my troubles

and other troubles too

The baggage is too heavy

For just me and you.

I question not the answers

they find me when the time is right

For a tad bit too early, or a tinge too late

And I wouldn't put up a fight.

So let's sing and be merry

And help out where we can

I think by helping others

We'll be carrying out our plan.

Harper

Nov 2004.