By my sister copyright
Colours make us think of love and joy
Forgot the hate beneath which may annoy
As we need respite from the strain of life
So a husband needs a kindly wife
Forget the new age politics and rights
The PC speech that our desire will blight
Underneath there is a river deep
Where man and woman live and love may leap
The old men still remember with their hearts
The young may never feel the union start
For underneath the gossip and the sleaze
Where angels must not tread, there love agrees
Let the silence of the evening sky
Give us sense to live and sense to die
The trees’ roots wind beneath the grass.
Grass so perfect,neatly mown.
In roots entangled,serpents mass
Beneath the fruit trees which now groan.
Another,darker world beneath,
Where the roots stark homes do give
To tiny creatures which there seethe,
Where all our darkest shadows live.
From here a serpent malice took
From our neglect what we hate.
We see the surface , do not look
At what lies deeper ,till too late.
And so we live, both deaf and blind
To the depths of our own minds
How like a prison is a body lame
The mind calls up desires and feels no shame
But bones and joints all give us piercing pain
And who will pay insurance or take blame?
In my prison,I accept demands
I exercise and write words out by hand
Encourage heart and soon will understand
While down the channel runs a little sand
I read King Lear and thought the king a fool
He did not live nor die as monarchs rule
Now I’m stuck inside a structure cruel
I'm the the nail which hides inside the jewel
The body’s more important than the soul
Feeling is the highest art of all