Psychological Welfare

You
You at this moment reading
You, my lover, my friend
My follower leading

You
In a meditation garden
Quietly beside
Your forty winks

Who else can turn
To whisper in your ear
Who that learns goes
With stillness to re-appear

You
In sunbathed shelter
Rare inside
Your hyacinth haven

You
Who at this moment thinking
You, my mother, my brother
My lifetime scent

Who else to can you turn
For always shone
And forever
Who to dare you to move on

Fold the page
Close the book
Walk into your garden
Real or imagined

Dare to turn
You
I dare you, to move
On


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Fairground Riches

Picture postcards
Messages from well wishers
Givers of thanks, from thanks givers
Care - earned and banked with will

A clock
That these past few months
Moved on so little
Fingers of time stood quite still

Spring is now summer
Words in aspect south facing
Love unchained the melody
Pictures stay framed until

Hands stroke shoulders
Kisses on lips
Smiles and whispers
Night & morn the thrill

Read & write – draw together
New pastures
Comb the wilderness
Of the unknown chill

Chance to light on
Summers and autumns
Winds blown softly over
Frosted winters on the hill

Pictures and postcards
Wear fairgrounds riches
Virginia walls creep, seep
Into tender love of life’s tendril



Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Social Gatherings

You trimmed the roses
I cut the grass
You smiled demurely
I coarsely laughed

Under my trousers
I was underwear free
You smiled profusely
Sat on my knee

You strummed unbroken
Around the trees
Your garden our token
Of flow and breeze

Your petticoat
Is discarded at rest
I smile into your hand
My card at your bequest

Under Milkwood
And at countless other
Social gatherings
Pleasure is understood

Weather changes
Passions blow high and low
You say Cut the crap
I say …Hello


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Cool Morning

The breeze blows
A little cooler today
The weather programme
Had the talk of thunder
Nevertheless
The evening primrose
Opened her petals
And the insects moved
More workmanlike
About the concrete flags

I forget
That I am on holiday
That for today
These words
Are not my work
That the birdsong
Is the echoed cry
Of a freedom
Already found

What is to become
Of my poetry
Who can say
Or would see
Why he or she
Should dwell awhile
Take time to look out
Over the Pampas Grass
Think of the Riviera
At home or abroad

Recall strolls
On long promenades
Or visits
To the winter gardens
Afternoons at the air shows
Balloons with passengers
And pink champagne

The hedgehog
Is back into hiding
It has had its three
Minutes of fame
Now time for the white
Crested blackbird
And another flower
That I am unable to name

Only that it is green &
Yellow and white
Impregnated
With garlands
Of crimson &
Hanging claret

Such an endorsement
That would look well
On the dance-floor

I am reminded
Of Saturday nights
Of mohair suits
And chisel toe shoes
Of warm nights
With sensual conversation

I pause
Before the applause
Of the cool morning breeze


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

No wonder why

Yesterday we worked in the garden
Until late on in the evening
Mowing grass, pulling weeds
At a distance, yet together

Midway we paused for a salad
A quiche, a cup of tea
Glasses of white wine
Sparkling chilled water

Later, or just on darkness
Before the end of faded light
After a rest, a shower, and in
Our own fresh made bed

We loved together, as lovers do
Who do not always go to church
For the day before had been
Another kind of wedding

Kind words, encouraged laughter
Confetti placed around the cake
Named two children; each given a name
A bond for their lifetime's yet to be made

Yesterday we sat in the garden
Under the mid night sky
No wonder why, we and they
Believe in the place of love


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle