Wave or Hand Shake

In that instant of the laughter
that moment
when smiles broke out
and cordiality invaded the presence

We move on
join together our disagreements
build a case for a primary attack
to settle a score or
strike out for democracy

In that instant as the shutter closes
a world of turmoil surrounds
the picture framed, the hard life
only half way to a peace

We move on
past the beggar on the footpath
leave the downtrodden and the beaten
without a single word -
no room here for the laughter




a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Curtain

Was I ready for closure
was I ready for the snowfall
I had read about the science
but had I understood the gift

For only later did
I re-discover that we are born to play
Play it is our primary purpose
to skip & stroke kittens in the sunlight

Bake gingerbread men
on winter Sunday afternoons
Prepare ourselves for the snowfall
& be ready, lay in wait, for the closure





a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Cloth

I did not wake in your bed
but I was not uncomfortable
to be half naked in your house

Nor was I surprised
to see the newborn so sound asleep
laid gentle in the brightest white
simple, cottoned, quadratic frame



a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Silk Road

Nestled in the softened grass
off the pathway
warm in the afternoon sun

Do you go there
in your imagination
to meet again, ever impressed

In that stretch before the time to wake
before the time for sleep
before the time to make sense of it all

Two bodies nestled in the settled grass
off the coastal pathway
warm in the afternoon sun

If you go there
in your imagination
you would meet me there, I guess









a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Slip

The words walk behind
to half catch the contemplation
to make a sense of not a lot to do

All the while there are whispers
in the gantries of the molecular mind

Trickle, trick. trickle, trick, trickle

All these hours all the while
whispers behind the conversations

Did you think, trickle trick
that would be the thick of it
to make a sense of not half to do



a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here