Tucked away from company,
the bag of shame,
where we dump the
ever-replenishing
bowl of misfit stuff
with its leaning tower of
letters and unsolicited magazines,
artwork, small treasures,
confiscated things, and
bits and pieces we might need -
amassed together awaiting
removal or repairs,
a new home of their own,
or to join the drawer of miscellany
and its collection of
eternally optimistic maybes,
better safe than sorries -
really, there’s no need for worries,
it can't hurt to keep it all

Tucked away from every day,
wrapped up in layers of redirection
- no need for locks, secret rooms -
hidden away in plain view
to be exhumed by scent or sight,
by feelings of fright or contentment,
memories of true and untrue
tangle together
really, it's better they do,
it can hurt to keep it all

NCL July 2019

Standing immense, limbs wide
an entire universe exists inside

Rooted deep, fast and strong
Under these branches I belong

Sitting solitary but never alone
On a moss-cushioned throne

Lit by sunshine or moonbeams
Through lush green canopy seams

Songs of leaves dancing on breeze
With birds & insects as they please

Observing nature’s many faces
Honouring her myriad graces

Breathing out peace and bliss
This magnificent tree is happiness

NCL July 2019

Sleeping in the same bed,
Yet a million miles apart;
Meet me in the middle
If I still have your heart

We can whisper softly,
In echo of our early days;
Hold me close, my love,
We’ll set this bed ablaze

Forget about the chores
Forget about our spawn ;)
Not forever, just for now,
The world will spin on

Hold me close, my love
My skin still craves your touch;
We’ll explore anew together
Until we’ve had too much

Sleeping in the same bed
In a home we built of dreams
My heart is yours as ever
And it’s bursting at the seams

NCL July 2019