Paths cross

Under canvas
beneath trees
beside the river
Waiting
for the festival to begin

In the darkness
and the rain
All alone
waiting
for the call to arms

Escape to the story
of places lost
Of journeys to nowhere
waiting
for time to move along

Come back, won’t you
unzip the doorway
Look out at the daylight moon
waiting
for the dragonflies to dance








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

Colour Therapy

Vermont in the fall
or Fremantle with the sun steady in the sky

Places where we may never have been
other than by the autumn
The bronze & golden leaves
on trees at the out of town designer mall

Call from deeper space
further than our subconscious
Holding hands, smiling glances
soft spoken words of love and care

Shared with the breeze
and the sunlight
Shared with the policeman on accident duty
as the sun sets on the motor cycle cavalcade

Calvary in the fall
or Freebird with the silence in the steady light









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

Maybe

We had our days
You only miss them
miss them when they’re gone

Today my mind went away
in that while, my smile
chose the time to carry on

Carry on regardless
Of places with memories
faces, by the blue sky sea

Endless days, slowly feeling free
Free, as the butterfly
in a room with closed windows

A thing of beauty
in a net or jar, captured
by an  innocent child

Captured by the incense
the exotic presence
of one other soul

I fall into the days
Days we only had to miss
miss you now you’ve gone








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

Distanced

Would I send a card
or could that be
misconstrued

Should I be better
with a letter or bouquet
to break the news

Stood, as in
the junk shop yard
my fettered blues

Set in diamonds
and spades
heavenly laid

No chased affray
undue
The recluse of truth


Could in
time or space
be found to lose

Then let my absence choose
unabashed confused
Secure, survived in suits

Stood in
line or race
we be joined to part

Fret not
my ace of hearts
we may taste again

Your
stolen kiss
somewhere dark


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

Macgregor

The bitter taste still lingers
Even for the dead
The bitter taste is fingered
With all the socialist read

An obituary -
Let’s have a celebration
The bitch and he
They at one who split a nation

I twitched to see, sat beside me
The dab old hands undimmed reaction
In suit, shirt and tie; somehow freed
From deep drift, dark light contraction

He sought no mitigation, no balance
No desire to find a fairer view
“She led the boys a stiff haired dalliance
While he culled the cutting crew”

The bitter taste still lingers
Even for the dead
“I hope he counts on countless fingers
Of all the lies he’s yet to tread”



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