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Nov 2020 · 165
Cotton tales
Al Nov 2020
Coriander mixed alone,
a yellow-footed woman
smiles with raindrops.
Oct 2020 · 235
Little eyes
Al Oct 2020
A single marble rolls.
Sep 2020 · 51
Old Words
Al Sep 2020
Monday morning
haunts my heart.

Your words linger
like stale air

Lost in translation
we're torn apart.
Sep 2020 · 47
Revealing attention
Al Sep 2020
A gesture in time I still hold alone.  Dignity is a vision refocused.  Look at this.  Just one small detail on a cufflink.  This lamp shines a light.  Illumination is a walk in wonder.  Upon the sidewalk they rest.  Invisible for the most part, and then her dream began.

Blue is the lagoon
within your eyes.

Outside the trashcan falls to the ground.  Can you hear the crash?  It's a cymbal sounding.  Love is the duster which polishes your soul.
Sep 2020 · 45
ONe AfTerNoon
Al Sep 2020
Am I one of these?

Sat in a workshop,
living within images.

Getting dizzy inside of
this spiritual life.
Sep 2020 · 35
Silky hues
Al Sep 2020
Blue eyes twinkle,
Yellow sun shines,  
Indigo rises.
Aug 2020 · 54
Fullness
Al Aug 2020
Lost in the moon,
I hide my intent.
Aug 2020 · 42
Dark Eyes
Al Aug 2020
In the iris of the night
we search.

Light beckons us forth.

Deeply held, secrets we
find...

stars sparkle into view.
Aug 2020 · 47
I am the Poem
Al Aug 2020
I am a mighty oak
hiding in an acorn.

Many words swirl
inside.

In motion this poet
seeks devotion.

As the winds blow
my poetry grows.

Tomorrow I dream,
slowly becoming...

New spurts shoot
forth

reaching toward the
sunlight.

Each day I rise like
the truth,

I am the poem!
Aug 2020 · 94
New town footsteps
Al Aug 2020
The rain falls on the sidewalk. Splashing in puddles.  A face emerges.  Welcome to a new town.
Aug 2020 · 41
Torn Strips
Al Aug 2020
Magazine Bulletin:
reclaiming space
within my mind.
Aug 2020 · 46
Blue Clouds
Al Aug 2020
Yellow sun
for you my
eyes burn.
Aug 2020 · 36
Dark nights
Al Aug 2020
Sure no more, indeed these days are long.  At risk with the asterik, my smile sinks.  The bulb buzzes beside my bedside, a dim light I see. Playing cards are strewn across my sheets, a black bic pen awaits accord. As the words rest, the mind sleeps, dark is the night.
Aug 2020 · 31
Dusty mirror
Al Aug 2020
My finger paints
a clear reflection.
Aug 2020 · 77
Alone
Al Aug 2020
No face but my own,
a mirror still reflects.
Aug 2020 · 20
Embers glow
Al Aug 2020
Underneath the red
moon, a fire still burns.
Al Aug 2020
Old words recycled, as time transforms, the leaves fall, a broken mirror, reflections of nature, my blue eyes review.  Foxgloves fail to fit.  Outside of time, rolling flower into loaves, a yellow glint, the mirrored tint her sunglasses hide, water is gulped, the pupils follow teachers, a *** of ink and chalk on a board, these days are longer than before.
Aug 2020 · 85
Sands
Al Aug 2020
The land of sand beckons, a single rose appears, pointing toward the sky, red touching blue, small rays of light, sun-bleached time.
Jul 2020 · 42
Somersaults
Al Jul 2020
Your eyes make
ice-cream melt.
Jun 2020 · 47
Seaside
Al Jun 2020
Heart beats, fears arise
Fixed in fragments, her
lips revive...
Jun 2020 · 469
On the edge
Al Jun 2020
He sits alone
lost his smile.

No face today
he's disfigured.
Jun 2020 · 465
3am
Al Jun 2020
3am
In my mind a record spins.  Always on repeat.  Your lyrics are kaleidoscopic. Twisted images merge.  Mirror, mirror upon the wall, please awaken me before I fall.
May 2020 · 57
Yellow Blues
Al May 2020
A lone motorcycle rusts.  Wild flowers grow.  The sun burns like Picasso's.  An eagle glides.  Blue is the sky. Yellow is the afterglow.
May 2020 · 57
Blank firing
Al May 2020
You take aim
and paint.
May 2020 · 55
Blind
Al May 2020
One face
demands

my
attention.

Lost in
translation

I
wander
alone.
May 2020 · 47
Green streams
Al May 2020
On the grass I paint,

my heart bleeds for
a rainbow dream.

Kentucky funk hides
beside gaudy tones,

afterwards we read
in wellington boots,

two little wrens hop
into view.

Your voice, nothing
but a dusty anecdote.
May 2020 · 184
Lost Suburban Daze
Al May 2020
The yellow of the sun soaks into the walls, as zebra stripes disguise.  I am a psychedelic paint-*** lost in a living room.
May 2020 · 115
Bright sights
Al May 2020
I am a broken window,
lit by the beam of the
moon.

Night after night I cry,
for tomorrow is the
end of time.
May 2020 · 39
Portent
Al May 2020
Gypsy-woman,
a silver-tongue
in my past lies.
May 2020 · 35
Moonbeams
Al May 2020
Yellow is the wave,
old scissors cut - in
art circles return.
May 2020 · 43
Precious
Al May 2020
A blue-jay sings as
her rocking chair
creaks.

Three moments in a freeze-frame.  The dark sky pauses.  Light falls as the swirl of the ocean stirs your heart.  Tomorrow we long for.  Some say a time of replenishment, a time to return.  But here we sit, rocking away the blues, listening as the wild bird sings.  What can we hear when we are no longer there?

Six red petals
plucked from
the edge of
darkness.

When the son follows in the footsteps of mother nature. Another moment of emptiness to savour.  She plants her seeds, wondering not where they will grow.  Her stories ride upon the breeze.  Green is the medicine she shares.  A bright eyed child removes the fear, the shadows exposed, deeper than before, a simple shade divides.

Lime green, her soothing
words, repairing broken
hearts once more.
May 2020 · 41
Tarnished
Al May 2020
Yellow is a
six-pence
gleaming.
May 2020 · 157
Just one quote
Al May 2020
“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society" - Jiddu Krishnamurti
Apr 2020 · 43
To be free
Al Apr 2020
Television screens
fractured dreams.

Tell me when will
the doors unlock?

Tokens are broken
in this new age.

Tomorrow is here
we begin today.
Apr 2020 · 238
Apple
Al Apr 2020
Upon the table:
a green crunch.
Apr 2020 · 53
This moment
Al Apr 2020
Lulled by a sense of security I sit alone.  The dusty window obscures my view. 

Pictures hang within my mind.  Memories of faded days.  A peek into my rearview mirror.
Feb 2020 · 47
Twisted shapes
Al Feb 2020
Gemstones glitter in the barroom brawl, your chocolate-drop eyes entice.

As the emerald glass spins, as the madness of the hatter blooms, this moment captures hearts.

Youth returns. The day is young. The dance floor turns.  Jitters bug.

Glimmering alone... The moonlight offers a tinted gift for two.
Feb 2020 · 132
Just resting
Al Feb 2020
Simmering on a Sunday,
anecdotal evidence on tap.

Greens merge with orange
hues, victories are served.

Detonated mystery - hiding
inside, these walls may fall.

One more deal upon this table,
wishing for a white flag.
Al Aug 2019
The thread in the hand of a kind mother
Is the coat on the wanderer's back.
Before he left she stitched it close
In secret fear that he would be slow to return.
Who will say that the inch of grass in his heart
Is gratitude enough for all the sunshine of spring?
A gift from a friend, this piece comes from the Penguin Classics book 'Poems of the Late T'ang' translated and introduced by A.C Graham
Aug 2019 · 1.2k
Bohemian girl
Al Aug 2019
She speaks in clouds,

her curves drink lost
words.

Her dress entrances.

This marketplace so full
of colour,

many fragrances merge.

I watch her dance with
gypsy jazz tones.

Olive skin and dark hair.

She beckons me forth, to
a flaming beauty.

With her clouds I
merge.
Aug 2019 · 289
The forest
Al Aug 2019
Yellow figures gather as the rains fall.  Single splashes become puddles.  A great Oak stands tall. Sandalwood incense burns. The old monk prays. Images come and go, flashes of the mind. A petite woman slices an apple, then points to a star.  Like the apple, her words are shared: "The truth of nature is everywhere"
Jul 2019 · 145
Empty pages
Al Jul 2019
The flames rise,
sending smoke
signals.

Tonight I erase
these ink-filled
pages.
Jul 2019 · 260
Across the sea
Al Jul 2019
Bottle uncorked
words floating
lost in the waves.
Jul 2019 · 289
Crossroads
Al Jul 2019
Walk the old road:  
ancient ways heal
your pain.
Jul 2019 · 103
Well wishers
Al Jul 2019
As the coin falls
my wish remains.
Jul 2019 · 121
Hopeful
Al Jul 2019
In long grass
we hear

whispers of
the winds

a rain cloud
is near

wishing for a
rainbow.
Jul 2019 · 247
Circles
Al Jul 2019
Square boxed boy, green legged girl,
watching the world turning around.

Helicopter pads float upon the pond,
one is a Venus flytrap lost in thought.
Jul 2019 · 465
Weaving
Al Jul 2019
A single leaf dangles from
a thread

Dancing in the breeze

The spider's web captures
my attention
Jun 2019 · 84
Lost words
Al Jun 2019
Into the wind where her voice rides, the sound of my heartbeat lost.
Jun 2019 · 77
Busker
Al Jun 2019
Her melody  
rides the
breeze.
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