The daydreams were pink eggshells
The night dreams were duck egg blue
Love dreams were of pure white you
The farms morning sun shone bright
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Stand Back
In too close
Too close to see the distance
Too close to appreciate the longer view
Decades; years and months
That are only captured in the briefest
Of photographic & postcard moments
Places whose constant presence
Occasion only a fleeting glance
Of family, friends and lovers
The seven waves
Wash only once over our shores
As if in a time-lapse periodic table
Thoughts, ideas and dreams
Float without fulfillment
As the stars in tonight’s milky way
Friday, 14 June 2013
Looking Up The Hill
Leafless tree
Sky, grey on burnt red
Friendly, face to face
& cyberspace
Complimentary conversation
As the light surprises
The clouds drift
I gather my warm thoughts
& whisper
An inner word of thanks
Thursday, 13 June 2013
Natural Light
At first he thought
It was a fairground attraction
A spectacularly lit, immense big wheel
He was not convinced; could it be a new
Regenerative East Coast sculpture
A beacon across the North sea
Illumination for our European neighbours
He drove on confused, until the penny dropped
It was a slowly rising moon
A vast globe of reds and oranges
A fascinating image that got him rushing
To the nearest vantage point
Yet, just as with that unfulfilling full eclipse of the sun
Witnessed on the Dartmoor outfall rock
A few solitary years ago
Tonight’s transitory light also failed to hold its glow
He was in love back then
He is in love again now
He also cares to believe more of love
Than in the intermittent shadows of sun on moon
It was a fairground attraction
A spectacularly lit, immense big wheel
He was not convinced; could it be a new
Regenerative East Coast sculpture
A beacon across the North sea
Illumination for our European neighbours
He drove on confused, until the penny dropped
It was a slowly rising moon
A vast globe of reds and oranges
A fascinating image that got him rushing
To the nearest vantage point
Yet, just as with that unfulfilling full eclipse of the sun
Witnessed on the Dartmoor outfall rock
A few solitary years ago
Tonight’s transitory light also failed to hold its glow
He was in love back then
He is in love again now
He also cares to believe more of love
Than in the intermittent shadows of sun on moon
from
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back
Wednesday, 12 June 2013
Only Moment
A sharp frost
Loves remnants sprinkled
On the trees & the hedgerows
A silver white
Where has love gone
Morning sky
You are in the distance
Over the rooftops
Beyond the gold of daybreak
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