Life began with expectation
Tending to the barren bed
Painful hope and disappointment
Driving each repeat attempt
Joyful prayer and jubilation
Welcomed in a budding shoot
Joined by leafy, sibling heads the
Crowning young boldly unfurled
Instinct nurtured their progression
Soft hands stroked each silken leaf
Revelling in propagation
Wonder forged Taurean strength
Soon each seedling sprouted high and
Outgrew its familial crib
Tendrils stretching boldly out
Testing, straining boundaries
Cupped in trepidatious fingers
Nervously each found its place
Being swaddled and surrounded
Ceded saplings confidence
Basking in the sunlit bedding
Independence spread its roots
Yet still needing reassurance
Cautious in fresh liberty
Branching out, each budding flower
Cultivated character
Crimson fire, cocky cobalt,
Mellow blonde with golden hue
Satisfaction smiles over
Burgeoning maturity
Vigilent, maternal counsel
Stakes up blooming confidence
Predators surround each blossom:
Pestilence apocalypse
Constant, careful conservation
Safeguards childish ignorance
Basking in the garden’s beauty
Watching bees promote rebirth
Contemplating life’s real purpose
She smiles at nature’s knowing plan
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
Be the lighthouse
That would gently illuminate
The ever-expanding wilderness
Beneath my soft seas
Be the breath
Of a rarefied wind
That would blithely stir
This supine silence
With a mellifluent melody
Be the glorious beams
Of an enthralling
Aureate moon
That would caress and adorn
My weeping shores
With delicate shades
And delightful nuances
Be that dream
That I've forgotten
To blissfully dream
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
The sun slinks into golden hue
Melting on the horizon
It trickles through turrets and chimneys
A final reflection on a window
A moment, then
Absorbed and claimed by the silent silhouettes
Gone, an echo lingering; Twilight
Silently creeps down the space remaining
Claiming a quiet victory
Bright lights appear and twinkle
Welcoming Father Night
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
The rain hits the windscreen
With force and with might
It endlessly bounces
In line of our sight
Our view is restricted
Our senses assaulted
It lashes unceaseless
Then suddenly stops
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
I woke this morning, feeling lazy,
Slowly slipping from my dreams
Of you and me and us together,
Happiness surrounding me;
Enveloping and comforting, a
Duvet hug of epic scale,
Of arms and legs entwined together
Never ending, ever safe
And warm and patient, always loving;
Then you wake and smile at me.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
There is a world that no one knows
Where life unnoticed grows and thrives
Where birth and death and all between
Are scrutinised, yet are unseen
Where innocence and purity
In white are welcomed, full of hope
Impinging slowly, edging in
Life’s colour forming character
Where independent yellow gloats
In fierce teen triumph ‘Look at me!”
With fun and laughter orange glows
And reaches high in happiness
Experience and independence
Rich lessons teach and edges darken
Their lives on show, rough judgement falls
And ‘I prefer the red’ is thrown
About and listened to and felt
And colours deepen, darkened hue
In wind and rain and sunshine showers
Red develops, life impinges
Bright happiness or blood-red wisdom
Growing older, growing wiser
Where petals turning in reveal
Quiet pom-pom introversion
While out-turned fingers stretch with glee
Prima donnas, dancing, twirling
Where purple self-awareness turns
Each pink and mauve and lilac from
The bloom of youth towards life’s wane
Yet far enough away, rebelling
Where days grow shorter, sliding past
Yet hands stretch out and cup each face
And noses breathe and fingers touch
And bees buzz past and voices rise
And babies cry and old men laugh
And yet unknown, unseen, life slows
Bright-eyed the purple-rinse brigade
With sparkle-induced energy
Remembering and reminiscing
Their days they fill with endless chatter
Late Autumn falls and nights draw near
White heads do droop and slip, like snow
Fine petals drift into the breeze
An echo whispering til Spring.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Children’s voices crying out
and laughing loud and clear
Like an orchestra of sound
for everyone to hear
The bass starts first, parental leave
gives go ahead to play
The marching beat as kids go forth
and out into the day
A trumpet hail for company
is raised from door to door
The flute returns, the oboe too
accompanied by more
The fun begins on strings and swings
go back and forth with speed
All cares and woes are flung away
percussion takes the lead
A drumroll raises up the stakes
a dangerous new move
Chromatic scales, gymnastic fails
the cymbal’s sharp reprove
The roundabout reveals the chorus
repeating the refrain
The highs, the lows and all between
All voices sing again
The seesaw conversation starts
bassoons begin up high
The oboes and an English horn
ascend into the sky
A far away note penetrates
the happy symphony
A lone voice trills with increased speed
and calls out ‘Time for Tea’
As kids go home the conductor
Bows and takes his leave
The park is left in quietness
notes floating in the breeze
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Our past seems like an age ago
A distant and fond memory
An echo of laughter and sadness
That rumbles away down the years
Remember the time that I told you
Of imminent, life changing plans
We discussed the alternative options
And dissected the future at hand
We spoke on the phone for a lifetime
We chatted from dusk until dawn
We solved the world’s problems and issues
We talked about nothing at all
Embracing all my imperfections
You treasured my soul anyway
You cherished ideas and discussion
And valued what I had to say
We’d years of affection and laughter
And burying our sorrows with beers
We’d go walking and talking on days out
And spoke of our innermost fears
But life has a way of reproving
Belief that all time will stand still
Reality comes chasing, unceaseless,
Overtaking our plans and our will
And now we have spouses and babies
And houses and mortgages too
And days just seem to go faster
And time slinks away from our view
Then one day you hear distant echoes
That whisper at you from afar
You listen and **** your ear higher
And slow down, remember, and smile
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
Minarets stand tall and sleek and
proud, announcing prayers at
intervals at odds with the
hourly bells of the basilica
Red rooves jostle for space
amid bullet-ridden history and
rejuvenated, freshly painted
homes and tourist-inducing
restaurants and market shops selling
trinkets: silk scarves, bronze pots
wooden flutes and ubiquitious
paintings of Stari Most
Crowds fill the lane leading
to the revered bridge, like pilgrims
A heady mix of peaceful
nations, short skirts
passing by headscarves
trading surreptitious glances
snapping photos of the bridge or
themselves and the bridge or
loved ones and the bridge
Watching with a rooftop drink
a bold and daring young man
small and youthful from a distance
encourages support and jumps
into the cold Neretva river
vigorously proving life goes on
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC