Sunday, October 25, 2015

self joy (like Spring) eventually returns...

I am out walking to an art opening...
Seeing all the bats circling in the deepest blue night sky, my heart sings!!

I walk past a gate, where a little boy is holding tightly onto his Dad... He is pointing into the air, shouting at the top of his toddler lungs: "That's a bat!! That's a bat!!!"

As I walk by the bat-watchers, his gaze breaks from the sky to me.
He points in my direction, excitedly, and exclaims to his father and the rest of the street:

"That's not a bat!!!"

I laugh, and without looking back, flap my arms, slowly, deliberately, like a bat...

Mere minutes have passed. At the tram stop, I glance up at the night sky again.
But, alas, it is now too dark. I see no more bats. 

The joy of the moment has passed.
But as I think of the small boy and the look on his face,
as he watched the bats circling overhead,
I smile.

The night sky may have eaten all the bats now...
But deep inside
this forty-six year old boy,

the joy remains.

(c) Brent Harpur, 16th October 2015.

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” (Albert Einstein)

“The earth has music for those who listen.” (George Santayana)

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” (Margaret Atwood)

Saturday, October 17, 2015

the magic in the small...

In my part of the world, it is Spring now
And in yours, it is Fall /

Perhaps it was a dream (or I imagined it),
Did it really happen at all? /

It's not the big things I remember now.

You taught me

to see
the magic in the


I miss you and every day,

Whether you want me to
or not! /

It was so easy 
falling in love with you.
And whether or nay
you wanted it,

my entire
heart you got!! 

(c) Brent Harpur, 2015.

"Change everything except your loves." (Voltaire)

Voltaire, on his deathbed, in response to a priest asking him that he renounce Satan:
“Now, now my good man, this is no time to be making enemies."

“Love, It's all we're going to remember, at the end of it. What are we waiting for? Love with all your heart.” (Jeff Brown)

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Blood Moon, Super Moon (Nth Vs. Sth)...

In my eyes,
Southern skies -
true, you do not pulse, convulse
with blood-fire /

However, Dear:
the Heavens sear
as you pull our tides inside
out with desire.

(c) Brent Harpur, 28/9/2015.

Photograph: (c) Catherine Satrun 2015.
Used with kind permission. Thanks.

“Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.” (J.R.R. Tolkien, 'Lord of the Rings'.)

“Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.” (William Shakespeare, 'Romeo & Juliet'.)

Monday, August 31, 2015


This is not my home.

I came here for work. And there no longer appears to be any work for me here. And the work (it chose me, not the other way around) is important to me. It sustains me and provides me with oxygen. I am good at it.

I am very thankful and blessed for the friends I have made here. And a lot of you, I have met through my work. I am very grateful for this. If you have met me while I am drawing or teaching (or reading my poetry), you have (indeed) met me while I was truly alive and in love. You (each and every one of you) have been my home here, my home away from home. You are a place I can feel safe & myself. You have given me much love & shelter. You have fed me (with both food and words) and have (so many times) given me a sense of sanctuary, safety & security.

But this is not my home.

Spring is here. This little bird is feeling the tease of the sun on his feathers. It has been so long since he has drank from the blossoms. Von blue skies warm my eyes & my dusty wings, fill me with courage. Change is coming. I can feel it now. It is time to fly.

But I will take all of you with me, inside... In my tiny, fast beating bird-heart. Your love & your well-wishes will travel with me and will make me feel that perhaps I can do this...

That (maybe, just maybe?) I am courageous & brave. A new home is calling me.

The World Awaits. The World Begins...

(Brent Harpur, 31/8/2015.)

Monday, July 13, 2015

Inner Tattoos...

I had coffee & dessert
with my dear friend Laurice.
We hadn't caught up since
my 30th Birthday party
(back in 1998).

I told her about my recent
experience of mutual love.
She (unlike so many other
               so-called friends)
got it.

because we have known
each other for so long?
Or perhaps
because she is another poet?
Or that she has three daughters???

We agreed that over time
the brain forgets,
but not the heart
A tiny layer of scar tissue
might help with the healing.

But what the brain forgets,
we shall write it down! Capture it!!
And through
the act of writing down
(what us writers do)...

...We shall not forget.

And at that point
(not that my memory should be trusted)
Laurice quoted Buddha to me.
Or perhaps it was from Laurice?
They're (both)
much older & wiser
than I...

"Everything is already over
  as soon as it begins."

It made me feel a little better.
The chocolate mousse helped, too. 
Actually, it helped
a lot.


not that long ago:
I looked forward to sleeping...
...So I could (perhaps, if I were lucky enough)
see you again
in my dreams.

Now, I would gladly settle
for one full night
of uninterrupted sleep. 

Exhaustion & fatigue are setting in,
starting to take their toll.

You're out of sight, out of frame /
but I have a feeling you still hear my voice
when I whisper your name.

Did you know (or even care)
that when you drew your secret / sacred logo
on my chest (in Sharpie),
it would seep through chest & skin:
Stain my heart forever?

And from time to time /
do you still feel the tiny butterfly that I sketched
on the base of your perfect spine??

We were more than just lovers,
we were two lovers of words /
When I close my eyes to dream now,
they're filled with tattoos of birds.

My heart it was always on my sleeve,
but since that third morning when we kissed /
I'm seriously considering
having it tattooed upon my wrist.

"Everything is already over
  as soon as it begins."

And do I really need to remind you
that I never planned any of this /
From the lowest of lows
to the sweetest tasting bliss?

No. More. Secrets.
Your books are in the mail.
And some drawings for your nieces & nephew,
because I am a man of my word.

For what it is worth:
It really meant the world to me
that you noticed the new feather in my hat.

Hit pause and rewind / God,
I miss your mind!

it's so much harder to hide /
the tattoos we all wear
on the inside. 

Yes! Sometimes,
my friend
it's so much
harder to hide /

the tattoos we wear


(c) Brent Harpur 2015. 

"The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart." (Buddha)

"And pipes, they may break & milk may go sour / I'm still waking with aches in early morning hours." (Grant McLennan)

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Trust, part seven...

And in the eyes
of every other woman I've met
I have seen /

The man I never was
or could have been.

But in your eyes
reflected back I see /

The good man I chose
and am proud to be.

(c) Brent Harpur, 17/5/2015.