See how the wind loves me
it caresses my face with gentle fingers
lifting and playing with my hair
whispering sweet poetry in my ears

The earth too loves me
calling me to come down
and embrace in final ecstasy
but not today
I turn and walk away

A piece of green bottle glass
smoothed by restless oceans
seed pod from the horsechestnut
that shaded summer garden
sixpence stained by christmas pudding
dated 1928
a tiny fossil set in stone
rough to the touch of fingers
old lace from grandmothers wedding dress
now stiff and yellowed parchment

Almost overnight the landscape
seems to have shrugged off
winters debilitations
and risen refreshed
garbed in the bright clean fabric of spring
the sun soars high
in a cloudless sky

Yehudi menuin
playing loud in the background
your leaving home
my darling
20 and 12
all at once
he had you
I've had him
we roll on

Spring sunshine's loving glance
lights a repondant glow
in all things young
but she is not so kind
to the old
where man has been
exuberant nature is evidenced
in decline and decay
riotous hedgerows
unpruned trees
lank lawns
while nature prepares
to don Easter finery
the best you'll get from man
is shabby genteel

Past the age
for intrigue
I read my old diary
so urgent
those underlinings

I called her Amber
because she's a jewel
she glows with warmth
like a fire fueled
an ancient soul
trapped in her eyes
just like in amber
are fireflies

or a cut version

I call her Amber
cos she's a jewel
aglow with warmth
like fire fueled
ancient soul
within her eyes
just as in amber
trapped fireflies

The hills
huddle together
fog draped
around their shoulders
a shawl

Black is the sky
this early morn
brought no relief
by rising dawn
torn by the wind
trees on dark grey
soon lashing rain
will come this way

floating in neverland
she takes on new
winged form

dazzling
bright
translucent
in flight

to close
to the sun
her wings will melt

A lost child
takes you all the way
and beyond
for
no matter what others tell you
of hope
urge you to strength
you are already over the threshold
into the grey land of loss
of grief
of living death

feelings on being dragged back
from that land
joy
gratitude
happiness painful in intensity
compounded by bewilderment
resentment
at being returned to that state
where crossing that threshold
still remains
a possibility

Ivied brick
and ancient beams
icy draughts
damp wall seams
smokey fireplace
crooked floors
gaping holes
instead of doors
run down sheds
home for cats
ambiance
fit for rats

full moon
on the beach
altar to prayers
i sacrifice
vain hopes
and climb
stars
stairs

i wish i knew
what was dragging you back
to old habits
and times
not shared

detached
and
disenchanted
we dance
at  chasms edge

i look for ladder bridges

you
gaze up at
the stars

death has no beauty
it is null and void
vacant
as is life
life is ugly actually
death is void
there is a beauty in non existance maybe
or no awareness of it
like a tree?
maybe
who knows if a tree is aware
or animals
well they are but
maybe not fraught
wondering the importance of existance
or non
do u ever wonder
if they do
i do
often
wonder
whenever i see documentries

I've talked this relationship
into the ground
but still
I cannot bury it

i fell
last week
onto
concrete
craked ribs i think
either way
sore
oh how i
swore

Tranquilizers
make her
soggy
and hard
to light

I don't think I can do this anymore
or want to
we cycle in
and cycle out
push and pull
against each other
spiral up
and spiral down
pull towards
repel against
contained by love
that barbed wire fence

slowly withdrawing
fading away
soon there'll be nothing left
but my frown
like the cheshire cat's smile
turned upside down

I see him walking towards me
he has a kind of loose limbed rangy walk
as he swings through rotating city doors
I can't find it in me to talk
his presence leaves me floored
a cowboy from out on the range
on a visit to city he's bored
and feeling more than strange
face creased like aged leather
he works out in all weather
how i wish we had met
on the range
not a set
and lived on into
happy forever

Jesus!   that was scarey i forgot what time it was
almost opened the curtains   and
I'd just closed them

we
skin on skin
slippery
sliding
all the way
to
over the top
collision
little deaths
a tangle of limbs

fear sweeps in
a tidal bore
no escape
that rising tide
drowning daily
much too far out
all my life

how many bends in all the rivers
how many clouds to fill the sky
idle questions answered never
why do i ask them
know not i

sand flecked skin
your body you give
heat rises we too
birds sing
waves foam cool around our feet
inhale
exhale
sun stings

because we're without
boundaries
we live life on the edge
because we have no
boundaries
we balance on a ledge
looking up
looking down
looking all around
because we're without
bounderies
we do not bets hedge

grey dawn
the mysteries of morning
shot with rays from the rising sun
white crested waves break
and foam on the shore
strength gone
they recede
lone sandcastle slumps

i wish
i could
just grab you

come and take you by the hand

run off to
a
beach
somewhere

trail toes
through pristine sand

waves
the only sound i hear
filling up
my
head

upon days end
the
perfect close

sunset
beach
pillow
bed

if i cup your face
in my hands
and gaze at you
intently
will the thousand
truths
you keep
hidden
be openly displayed

Glorious spring
determined to show
she gives not a toss
for calenders
arrives on her own time

unless alone
i am a goldfish in a bowl
everyone else
bumps up against the glass

a vain and
troubled
man
in search of
disguise
he wears his
eccentricity
like a cloak

sometimes
                            
when i look up
at
the sky

it
has a depth
an
inwardness

that makes
me

feel as
if

im              
    falling
in  to
it

I glance at you
lying on the grass
dozing in the sun
arms clasped behind your head
so familiar
yet
containing a universe
a history
perceptions I will never know

one of the sad aspects of my parents relationship is
they constantly disagree
on things they should let go
as long as i can remember
they've done that
only now they're almost dead
are they at peace

He smiled weakly
and offered up
this
"I'll be dead in 5 yrs if you don't come back"
he said it was a love declared
and couldn't see why I was scared

Love is not a plan
you fall into it
with arms legs mind heart
guts
free falling
like alice
down the rabbit hole

I sit on a beach
the sea is rough
a pair seagulls hurtle by
a mere foot above the waves
I try to imagine what it's like
to be them
moving through the air at that speed
looking down
wild ocean frothing foaming
surging below me
so close
that when a wave breaks
it reaches up to pull me under
feeling the cold spray splattering my chest

if
love

is
subject

to
too much
friction

will it
wear
out

as
even
the sturdiest
of
fabrics
do?

Full moon
frosted grass
silence

time
stopped

then dawn
and birdsong

a funeral pyre
my autumn garden
spends the winter
cloaked in ash

Clouds crash
like surf
across metalic grey skies

to
sail

across the sky

in
a wind blown
treetop

clouds alongside

sailing companions
birds
aboard
the lofty boughs

old lover holds my heart
with casual hands
sometimes tossed
often fumbled
a hacky sack
kicked into a corner

get out of those pj's
and into some jeans
altho i obey
i
dont know what that means
my life does unravel
undone at the seams
i prefer life by night
under moon beams

Most of the time
I feel my old spirit
still rattling around
deep inside
but as a ghost
haunting my ruin

Sometimes I sit here
all day
reading the poems
having a say
day passes by
nothing got done
leave it behind
outside I'll run
fluff bunnies beckon
don't heed their call
rather be out
watching leaves fall

gold medallions
spread over the lawn

a lace tablecloth
fit for faerie queen