Drought

There is a need
To water the roots
In these parched times
One needs cups of fresh water
Or jugfuls, imagined from the past

Ice cool, fascination

There was a need
To pluck the weeds
From those wasteful times
One needed cups of fresh water
To replenish, the spillage of the past

Cool blue, interpretation

Available in Print or Kindle
Click here or on Image

Pause

Don’t turn on the radio
Don’t watch the television
Listen to your own thoughts
Follow your inner vision

Tune into the silence
Meditate with calm
Contemplate your own thoughts
Stretch your unsteady arm

Be thankful for the moment
Take in a deeper breath
Silence is your answer
A welcome of such light caress

Available in Print or Kindle
Click here or on Image

One Time Moreover

All of those early mornings
Sunlight through open-windows
Warm rays against the shutters
Fresh breeze, golden thoughts

To stand, to be
To stand, to be

All of those early mornings
Frost for the taming thrush
Mist on the distant bush
Cold warmth, golden thoughts

To stand, to be
To stand, to be

Available in Print or Kindle
Click here or on Image

Repetitive

I have given up
Times many before
I have shaved to the core
Only to find me wanting

I have left the cup
Once again too often
I have tried to cut loose, to soften
Only to find me wanting

I have edged the stirrup
From the breached harness
I have thus blunted the sharpness
Only to find me wanting

Available in Print or Kindle
Click here or on Image

Diktat Definition

In that empty place
Of built up frustration
In that barren space
Outwith of knowing how

On that rock face
Almost of desperation
On that crippling chase
Outwith of knowing how

With that last race
Caught up in complication
Returning then to base
Outwith of knowing how

Available in Print or Kindle
Click here or on Image