Invisible wave
sanctuary at world’s end
under ruby skies
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
Veil hangs over lilac fields,
blessed are these still waters
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
I've found a space nestled in
this gnarled and craggy tower,
which hums in deep and velvet green,
where atip each weathered, gently-laden bower
hangs a fragile canvas pale beneath.
Here a little haven even opens when,
on dewy mornings and after rain,
you can gaze just for a time
as memories rivel along the veins
in pearl and crystalline.
Whispers and howls from outside to come down
but I think I'd like just to sit,
and ever more reside,
between the fresh and fallen leaves
and write my notes on their underside.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
There once was a poet from Crewe
who'd down at the pub had a few
he couldn't write a sonnet
though his life depended on it
So in the end he wrote a haiku.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Fahnd 'im lyin' int middle o' t'street
bruised an' battered from t'tramplin' feet.
Ee'd crawled aht from some gutter
an' them cries tha' ee did utter
almost like a knife through butter
cut mi quick an' deep.
'Is broken wings ah tried to treat
gently praying that ee'd be reyt.
But when 'is cry became a stutter
t'world rolled dahn its shutters
an' rahnd mi someone muttered:
" 'is prospects ain't 'alf bleak".
An' that poor lost little 'eap
ah cradled but coun't weep,
til mi arms discerned a flutter.
So in mi chest ee'll see the summer
from that 'ollow haven like no other
where ee can safely sleep.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
I have walked among the clouds, and wept with them.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
I think we pray when we say
that sweet word "tomorrow"
that in a way we betray
our fear of greater sorrow
That we play monk and we play lover
in the hope that we'll see colour
rather than replay the grey
when we say "tomorrow"
And as we lay in the haze
of all that we don't know
perhaps we'll praise this great ballet
of what must surely follow
Or we may curse and we may rage
as we take unto the stage
as we dance away the day
when we say "tomorrow"
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
It's not the game
we think we play
there are no winners
no losers
life is not
something we do
it's what we are
immeasurably complex
heartachingly simple
tiny spools of life
threads of time
woven together
so tight
that sometimes we feel
indestructible
our rough ends left
floating in the open
reach out
to join the web
adrift upon infinity's breath
sparks within the current
occasionally we unravel
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
When I'm gone
don't shut me in some lightless box
with a pillow for my head
I won't be sleeping long
And leave the flowers be!
They're far more beautiful
when they're not torn up
and strewn all over me
Don't lock me in the waiting room -
it's full of people I don't know
and then we'll both be lonely
when you can't come back soon
When I'm gone
burn your grief away with me
so all that's left is joyous love
and the fire to carry on
Then free as air my soul will roam
delighting in the stars,
each blade of grass, each cloudy day
all earth and heaven my home
But should you ever pause in fondest memory
and whisper: "would that you were here"
well then of course I'll head straight over
so we can sit and we can be
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
There is no sweeter
kiss than that of dawn upon
my dream-tossed eyelids
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC