Echo Floating Nov 2017

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,
By this terrible beauty
This force of nature

Now is the cusp of Winter

Echo Floating Nov 2017

I really like you

Whispered in my ear
Murmured into my hair
Nuzzled into my neck

But always their eyes roved

Over my shoulder
Hunting for the next
girl to chase in text

I am never enough
For anyone
To stop
To say

I found you

Echo Floating Nov 2017

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
And swells into the waiting sky

Sunrise beach cold dawn winter alone
  Oct 2017 Echo Floating
harlon rivers

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 pushes downward stark ―
you see it's weight
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 ;
searching for peace
along the meandering shoreline,
walking on slippery rocks
and fallen stars

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
serpentine rivers,

unbridled terrain waters
veritably cascading  beyond
blurred latitudes,
uninhibitedly drifting
     in shapeless symmetry ―

a deep ocean rises
with the calling tide's

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,
    the stars in silence ―

in the unrestrained
    rhythm and the sea ...

mazy rivers ...October 25, 2017
thank you for reading

just be you
no matter wherever you feel
the earth move under your feet;
no matter which way
the wind blows ―

"Slip Slidin' Away": song title by Writer(s): Paul Simon 1977
Echo Floating Oct 2017

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 kill,
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.

Echo Floating Oct 2017

He travelled at leisure
through erogenous zones,
delighting himself in his power.

Taking his fill, now satisfied,
he left her,
frustrated, unfinished
with the promise of more.

He would never return.
Undone he left her.
Before banishing her finally,
into the friend zone.

With a weary sigh
she unfavourited his number
And watched it merge with the list,
Of those 'friends' gone before.

Echo Floating Oct 2017

Peeling the wallpaper
From the walls
Glimpses of layers underneath
Some vibrant and bright
Others sombre and dark
Measurements of growth
And the passing of time
A history revealed
With patience and care
Papered-over cracks
Stripped and laid bare
Each one a story
A voiced over documentary
Narrating the life of a room.

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