Mourn for drowning suns
Dying colours drink the light
Night baptised in flame

Deserted by words
My colourful birds have flown
Sad little poet

A writers mind is a splash of fertile paint upon a wall.

We shake the brush and sit and watch the living colours fall.

Weeping willow tree
Bending over the water
Not sad just thirsty

Potters hands are grey
Clay doesn't know your colour
Only your talent

Clay is a dead thing
Brought to life by potters hands
It lives and it sings

My heart is figurehead on a ship

Skimming the ocean blue

If you would only call my name

I'll sail right back to you

If they gave a war and nobody came and none of us cared who was to blame.

If everyone said when they got the invite, no thanks I'm washing my hair that night.

Would that be such a terrible shame? if they gave a war and nobody came!

Absolute silence
Has a purity like gold
But is much rarer

The feel of seaweed through my fingers, lingers

I will soon forget the cry of seabirds passing by

The thrill of the chill of the sea will all be lost to me

In time the ever rolling tide will not reside in memory

But the feel of seaweed on my fingers, lingers.

Fir trees in the dark
Move against the moonlit sky
Waving to the stars

Hungry Twitter beast
Constantly demanding food
Are you never full?

A crocodile smile
Might be a covering for
Sad crocodile tears

A wise old saying
Can't cross the same river twice
You still get wet shoes!

Broken hearts and cups
Although they can be mended
The cracks are still there

When the full moon shines
Wolves are calling to their God
Singing lights out please

Castles in the air
Built on shifting clouds and dreams
Disappear like smoke

When you are alone

Whisper to the midnight sky

The stars will hear you

Smell approaching rain
Brooding clay earthy and dry
Waiting for water

Listen to the wind
The breeze that moves the barley
Whispers soft secrets

Pick juicy apples
Windfall fruits feed hungry pigs
Nature wastes nothing

Seen it all

       My face is the wall

     And life is the frame

     No picture the same

Bright moon is shining
A curious night watchman
For the sleeping sun

Sky reflects water
Water mirrors moving clouds
Perfect symmetry

Rooted to the earth
Connected to the seasons
But free in spirit

Ripples on a pond
Spread out like a whispered word
Silent in the depths

A sky full of rain
New life springs from brown parched earth
Green shoots from grey clouds

Only poke the bear
If you can outrun the bear
Best to find out first!

The months turn slowly
To allow us to reflect
This year wears a mask

A neuron candle
Lights the world or smashes it
No thought is idle

People are flowers
If you crush them underfoot
They show their thorns

A silent brown toad
Sits in a pond eating flies
Small world happy toad!

Tell the morning crows
Keep quiet before seven
Worms cannot hear you!

All rock is retired

A former molten beastie

Breath belching fire

Breeze stirs the bamboo
Awakes the sleeping panda
Bear in pyjamas

Frog on a lily
Jumps to catch a butterfly
Frog on a lily

In the olden days
Everybody wore a hat
Has it got warmer?

Move and drown or freeze
Sometimes decisions are hard
Learn to fly instead

Pebbles in a stream
Shining perfect to the eye
Grow dull in your hand

Talk to me of love

Tell me life is a river

Then go dip your toes

Dry blooms have purpose

Beautiful fading flowers

Knowledge is their seed

Spiky sleepless wreck
With a head full of stories
And empty pockets

Destructive children
We have broken our own toys
Now hand over yours

Delicate beauties
Fleeting birds of paradise
With feathers of glass

Grass grows much faster
After a shower of rain
Embrace the raindrop

Does life have order

    Are we just colourful leaves

   Slaves to fortune's wind

Peace is a garden
Flowers are love in colour
Ask a honey bee