Are the grasses of loves past green enough,
To throw ours on their pyre?
Will you always hearken back love,
To long burned out desires?
When you close your eyes is it me you see?
Or some other lover from memory.
Will you take my hand and walk with me?
Or is this spark lost in their flame?
Are the grasses of loves past green enough,
To twist ours on their pyre?
Is their ash in your mouth not cooled enough?
Are there embers still burning brighter?
When you kiss my lips are you where you want to be?
Or are you lost in other kisses reverie?
Will this lacking fool become a brief history?
Or will this spark rise to a flame?
Are the grasses of loves past green enough,
To consume ours on their pyre?
You say you live in the moment love,
But your heart is full of old reminders.
When you hear my name does it make you smile?
Or do other names echo through your wistful mind?
Will you ever look at me as your greatest find?
Or will this spark die in their flame?
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
With every crooked smile,
You take my breath away from me.
Your eyes filled with laughter,
Beguile me.
My happiest place is in your company.
With the heat of your kisses,
And each soft caress,
I fall into breathless space,
No regress.
My foolish heart flutters within my chest.
With each song you sing,
You take my breath from me.
A lyrical seduction,
Enslaves me.
Now and forever, I'm yours completely.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
I awoke and broke free
A being of light
Happier than I've been
In the longest time.
The darkness is gone
An unbearable night
A malevolent dream
That fades....
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Autumn has fallen.
Bowed her umber head
On bended knee
In supplication
A new reign begins
The geese in formation flee
Their discordant cries
a perfect counterpoint
To their orderly V
The banished army of summer
Still Sunday mornings
Frostbitten silences
Shattered by the cacophony
of hunters' guns
Reaping the spoils
Hedgerows thickly laden
Berries of holly,
sloe, ivy, crabapple
After sweeter fruits are gone
Provide a bitter feast
Coldness brings clarity
Stripped away
of the raiment of summer
The bare vista in her true form
Naked, cold and beautiful
Only the strongest scents survive
The salt tang of the sea
The sharpness of evergreen
Joined now by a new one
The tingling promise of snow
Onward she sweeps
A glittering queen
Tracing filigree on
leaf, pond and pane
Marking her conquests
The world is struck numb,
Dumb
By this terrible beauty
This force of nature
Now is the cusp of Winter
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
Grey pre-dawn light
Twinkling stars fade slowly
into paling night sky
Waves break on the shore
Seagrass whispers to the wind
My breath plumes into chilly air
I shiver and pull my coat tighter
Colours and shapes take definition
The slow passing of time
Brings all into view
Muted but there
The first fingers of pink and gold
touch the far horizon
And excruciatingly slowly
The sliver of sun appears
Expands
And swells into the waiting sky
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
when you start
feeling as if
just being you
is not enough ,..
when you see
the sunlight slipping away
sliding into the ocean
and the outbound tide
is pulling strong ,..
gravity throbs downward ―
you see it's weight groan
pacing in lonely eyes,
you feel it's burden
bear down on
a wayfaring stranger
wandering away alone ,..
wondering what went wrong
stalled by a riverside
frozen in time ;
walking on slippery rocks
and fallen stars,
searching for peace
along the meandering shoreline
the waterfall surrenders
a river's silent lament ;
the storm gales' surge stirs
the urge for moving on
a heart broken knows
how fickle tides change
which way the wind blows ,..
which way the rain
comes falling down ―
watershed moments
undulating
serpentine rivers,
unbridled terrain waters
veritably cascading beyond
blurred latitudes,
uninhibitedly drifting
in shapeless symmetry ―
a deep ocean rises
with the calling tide's
murmur,
the shorebirds linger ;
hole up with the peace
of the unsullied sands
at the sea stained
tide-mark ―
barnacles cling
to the pulse
of the tidal sway
where starfish hold on to
slippery rocks ,..
being enough
to while away
just a little bit longer ―
to simply let it all be
and wholly wash out
in the water
waiting for the tide change,
to swallow whole
the rivers stagnant flow,
immersing
the stars in swirling silence ―
in the unrestrained
rhythm and the sea ...
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
I passed a quiet hour today,
Watching people in a Café.
The studious girl with her homework spread,
Glancing sideways at the clique she'd rather join instead.
The middle-aged woman licking lips as she swiped,
Was it tinder, shoes or pastries on her notepad flying right?
The couple not speaking so engrossed in their phones,
Only acknowledging each other when it was time to go home.
The trio of yummy mummies, dressed carefully to ****
Smudging lipstick on caramel lattes - politely competing to pay the bill.
I watched them all quietly,
Each tableau a one-act play.
On my last sip the curtain fell,
I rose and paid. Went my own way.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC