daisy in the field
her eye the colour of sun
she still seeks his love

a candy striped horn
the magical Ali corn
with wish granting wings

Lightning splits sky
an oak is burned
yet will not die

Sea dashes rocks to sand
a wonderful walk over
over golden land

lonely sky so blue
then filled with clouds and rainbows
loves wild summer storms

calico kitten
with your whiskers aquiver
chasing butterflies

the rainbow was born
from the shine of love’s light
in your sky blue eyes

It’s the empty spaces
the silence between cars passing
and the ringtones of the phone
that won’t be you

As stars move they trace poems in the sky
constellations of rhymes ethereal.
Many poets look to the Earth for inspiration,
to trees, ocean and meadow flowers.
Yet at night I gaze up at the night sky
and bring my children home.

The doll had been too well loved
and she was broken.
Children prefer teddies nowadays.
You can stick pins in them
and no-one notices.

Silver-blue sleek ocean
Not a ripple upon your glass surface
On golden beaches I discover
fragments of coral,blue sea glass.
spotted shells,eerie twists of driftwood.
This treasure spills from my hands,
all the riches I need.

Cat curl
he unfurls
A black rose
with tiny toes

Each one thorned
and he grows
to a puffball

Sunrise
the alarm goes
Cats day no more
time to curl and snore

Eyes infinitely blue
Spiritual skies hold rainbows
as your eyes do

Moon silvers the path
that leads you home.
Sun gilds your hair
and shines from your eyes

Only love can mine
the flashes of gold
in your obsidian eyes

The moon longed to join his lover the Earth,
who did not feel the depth of his love.
For she was entranced by the song of the thrush,
by the rippling stream and the sighing wind.

The sun eclipsed him and he wept in darkness.
Even over night he could not reign.
Ever since that time the moon fades
from full to a sliver of invisibility.
Waxing to bright hopefulness once again.

The white rose grew from the moons rays
She understood the worlds sorrow
for she was born in shadow
She wept, for a lover picked her
for his beloved
and did not wipe away
the tears he called dew

dandelion  puff ball
dances in her lacy dress
mischievous breeze

She was struggling with the bills,
the rent, against life itself.
The oriole sang,
blazing from the trees
like the sun itself,
then flew into the skies.
Her heart went with him,
and did not return.

a rhythm was born
rocked in the cradle of the world
you can hear it in the wind
and in the sigh of the ocean
It cannot be named
or ever known
It’s at the heart of every song
and every poem

sweet meadow violets
cowpats in the muddy fields
grow the sweetest things

scintillating scarlet
shimmer of sunset
drowning gold radiance
in unfurling roses
highlights of rubies
coral, carnelians

This is a colour song
Ombré viridian
bright silver and rose
Darkest obsidian
electrum light glows

Amber and pearl
Ocean and olive leaf
Candy pink for a girl
Indigo for all grief

Scarlet so bold
Ochre of earth hues
Violet so bold
Singing the deepest  blues

sunflower facing sun
you never lose sight of him
you’re a faithful one

the moon is a boat
she carries angels and dreams
bringing them to you

then my eyes opened
the sun  was a joyful blaze
set my world on fire

sunshine leads to shade
summer leads to autumn leaves
leaves become black earth

moonlight like fresh cream
pours over her golden skin
sky clad ectasy

eyes inscrutable
looking through concealed window
longing for freedom

when all the stars fall
and the sun begins to cool
I guess that’s it then

fallen star walks earth
green grass to gold and silver
lost diamond of skies

the kitten was lost
a household with a warm heart
hopefully she sought

people have no time
for the lost and lonely ones
sadly she walked on

there was a woman
even lonelier than she
a happy ending

unforgettable
aquamarine eyes shining
like creations dawn

rabbit sniffs the air
springtime merging to summer
such a fine bouquet

angels bringing dreams
demons stealing restful sleep
give them midnight wings

rippling water
rainbows dance on the water
prayers of living sun

heart beat of the sky
crescent moon shining above
benevolent shines

There was a movement
upon the infinite void.
A new song was born,
and The Goddess arose,
black skinned and dread
The Immaterial One,
like a blinding sun.

She grooved a holy groove.
Made suns and stars and
useful things,
like drawing pins.
Created dinosaurs, inexplicably,
and strangely coloured birds.

She created woman,
who gave birth to man.
Her name was Diamond Lucy,
her couture was Juicy,
Living on the dark side of the moon.

With her panther eyes
she witnessed all,
but fell down the well of dreams
and lay there in despair.

A haunting tune,
The Spirit Of The Age said
“Get up love you’re not dead.
Ok, you might have made a few mistakes,
like woman doing 80% of the worlds work
yet owning 1% of it’s wealth.
(A doozy that one)
But you’re not a failure

“ And the Goddess created
Donald Trump”
was perhaps not your best line….
We all make mistakes,
O Cosmic Mistress.
Don’t cry, little sister,
try loving angels instead.

“******* “ the Goddess said.
A tithe of light,
blinding white.
Then nothing but a void
forever night.

lamp eyed snowy owls
thistledown flight
dark angels of night
guides of lost souls

with your fierce flight
to the well of dreams
where nothing is what it seems
and day becomes night

my flowers became owls
my arms became wings
I’m the bird that sings
the wolf that sadly howls

It’s the ancient law
so I will never let go
buried under the snow
forevermore

fearful kitten,
intimidated by
his catnip mouse.

storms build slowly
like love in winter
brief flash of lightning
dark sky splinter
we briefly sing
and fall to silence
this war rising
it’s endless violence
To own that
which can never be owned
by a breath of impermanence

silicone valleys
sapphire nights
golden years
iron bites
stone erodes
lost in streams
but water flows
like hopes and dreams

ball of joyful jumps
springs across sweet meadow grass
the flowers are laughing

like Midas you turned me into gold
Marilyn Monroe
from plain Norma Jean

A factory girl
in a gilded world
might have stayed
in the shack full
of heartless machines

Might not have died alone
drugged in the bath

snowflake tiny dancer
your life is measured
in moments of sunlight
when you die they ask;
where do snowflakes go?
To the heart of diamond
to shine upon a lover’s hand

If time heals
why do the hours drag?
Child with dandelion clock
lives in zen,
at one with herself
and her world.

I feel bound to it
as a mechanical thing.
No longer flowing with seasons,
like a wild May Queen.

I hear the mechanical
tick tock tick
tock tick tock
of the clock in my kitchen.

Time reduced to numbers.
Time cut into pieces.
Someday I’ll smash
that ****** clock.

risen from lotus
illuminating wisdom
manifest buddha

sylvia plath’s song
written in darkest ichor
lineage of venom

she coils her black chains
into our deepest feelings
justice will not sleep

her **** father
oil black tattoo on her skin
haunting her pages

android replicas
in psychedelic fractals
hawk on silver wings

lost infinite void
I’m a clone I’m not alone
replicas untold

master of the skies
limitless hawk speed of light
zeitgeist realised

dark side of the moon
eclipsing the sunlit bands
black angels playing

mysteries of time
revealed in deepest lost voids
oh run rabbit run

now home home again
operatic diamond song
shakti arising