Just Outside

Far from the fumes, our

polluted illusion in

clear resolution.

~

A distant hum outlines the

silence. The falling sea settles in

oily currents by the rocks.

~

A large gull slowly flaps above the

channel, pitches, meets its reflection, splashing

sofly, drifting backward on the tide.

~

A caterpillar crawls in

the hot white sand. A magical bird

flutters in shimmering light.

~

Black smoke joins a brown

band staining the horizon,

car engines straining.

The Path (A Big Triku Poem)

Prickly gorses brown

and grey – flowering yellow

by the blue green sea.

~

And in between an earthy

path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,

heading through my memory.

~

Close, far, elusive

as a star, sublime. Other

place and place in time.

The Path (A Big Triku Poem)

Prickly gorses brown

and grey – flowering yellow

by the blue green sea.

~

And in between an earthy

path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,

heading through my memory.

~

Close, far, elusive

as a star, sublime. Other

place and place in time.

Big Triku ‘Winter’s End’

I had time to think,

standing by the sea. My main

challenge is clear – me.

~

Suddenly, I feel full of

hope. I know what to do, to become

the person I aspire to.

~

But first I shall stay,

to be one with this world of

passing winter grey.

Big Triku ‘Overstimulation’

Silver purple night –

same light that barely traced a

paltry evening disk.

~

Ceaseless resonance of sea.

Clear oystercatcher call travels through

this cool amphitheatre.

~

Clarity of mind,

fine-tuned, no longer blinded,

sensing inner self.