In my book ‘Asleep on  The Volcano, The Poetic Landscape of Psychotherapy’, poems are matched with paintings.

Here are some samples of short poems from the book:

 

page 67

On Mountain Steep

 

On mountain steep 

There was a sheep 

Who crawled behind a wall 

She’d dreamt of chewing daisies

That were growing fair and tall

in time the grinding wind

That growled into a gale

Left the little sheep

Pale  and drab

And daisies were a wire of barbs

Till sleep became a slumped farewell

And in the distance rang a bell

Farewell Farewell

Little sheep on mountain steep.

 

page 41

Exile

Derailed in tumbling fate

Aloft this dreadful tribe

A transcendental remnant of your home

Softly speaks through the tip of your finger.

 

page 51

Raw Material

Underneath

The flaky dew of your evasive eyes

A torrential dead river courses like a dreadful army

Abandoned to the dry hammer headed clock

Tock tock tock

Convulsing with your breath

Tock tock

Tick

Did you know?

Did you grow?

Crown

Hammers hanging head

On the rise of silence

And the sinking tock of the thudding block

Stupid stupor frozen lead

In the crypt entombed

With nothing said