Footstep

Just to walk in steady air,
dawdle, leather scrawled into tarmac
Fingers curled,
seeds plucked from grassland fountains

Here and there a minor disturbance,
aeroplane or automobile
Or a thought, a flashback to a pain,
dull in its attempt at escapology

Just to walk, throw a stone upon the water
ponder, as though life itself is
in the preservation
as fingers brush the skin you breathe



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

Recurrence

Please do this one thing for me
thank you… could you do it again
could you do it again ad infinitum

Push me a little closer to the edge
a little nearer to the rivers flow
It’s ok, I have my boat and paddle
I am used to working against the tide

Please do this one thing for me
it helps me greatly… together we may
do it again, do it again ad infinitum

Push me, I need gentle tough persuasion
to uncork the champagne, or race against time
It’s ok, I have my ways and customs
I am used to misunderstanding my dreams




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

Live with it

The modus operandi of affliction:

Settle for discomfort
Settle for pain
Proclaim always
that you are on the mend

Swear (loudly)
that you are road bound
for recovery








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

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