John Geddes

...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...

...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...

...the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...

......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...

I write small poems_ the kind that fit on a postcard_ and still can break your heart

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

...it took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me...

...yes I understand your spells__our sex magic__t least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...

...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...

...the magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living...

...Moonlight possesses no alchemy to transmute good motives to base, but it does excite love magic...

I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles__our Magus of words

...writers, like priests, should have compassion...and a sensitivity to pain...

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...

...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...