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Loss

Posted by andysmerdon on April 16, 2023
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: colours, Friends, Loss. 2 Comments

Do you know that rusty orange colour?
It forms on an axe
If it’s left out overnight.

That’s the colour of the sauce
On my burger
This lunch time.

Do you know the pale cream colour?
It’s like the sesame seed
on my burger bun.

That’s the colour of that little half moon
At the top of the pretty girls
Fingernails.

Do you know that blue/black colour?
It is the colour of an Asian guys hair
Worn with style.

That’s the colour of the suit,
I’m wearing
At a friends funeral.

He loved Oranges.
His favourite colour,
Unbelievably,
Was beige and
His dark eyes
Near his pupils were blue/black.

I’ll never see these colours again,
Without feeling his loss over again.

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Prostate

Posted by andysmerdon on March 11, 2023
Posted in: Poetry. 1 Comment

His vision fixed beyond the branches

barely seeing the verdant fields.

His mind refused to hear

the twittering Fantail,

the wind rustling through golden leaves.

Concentrating only

on the sound of the stream,

trickling between the tree roots.

As he waited patiently

for his urine to flow.

Naturally

Posted by andysmerdon on January 18, 2022
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: Changes, environment, fun, Haiku, Inspiration, iPhone photography, Life, Love, Nature, poetry, relationships, Tanka. 7 Comments
Beauty

We held each other’s hand
And you kissed me on my lips
Once upon a time
Dolphins find a mate for life
And they make love, just for fun

My Tree

Posted by andysmerdon on December 17, 2021
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: Art, beauty, environment, fun, iPhone photography, Life, Memories, Nature, Trees. 3 Comments

You may never see

A poem lovely as my tree

It’s shape

It’s shade

It’s beauty

For me alone.

No picture captured by my phone.

For only In my memory

Can this vision be preserved.

My Tree

Anxiety

Posted by andysmerdon on August 8, 2021
Posted in: Poetry. 5 Comments
Sometimes,
It arrives as a polluted smudge
On the horizon of my mind.
I am able to prepare,
Stay home,
Make excuses,
Maybe eat,
Maybe drink,
Definitely cocoon.

Sometimes,
It hits like a cold wind,
Sneaking beneath a fleecy jacket
And shivering my bones.
I leave the full shopping trolley,
Don’t talk
Don’t look
Don’t stop
Find the car
White knuckle my way home.

My mind can’t find the reason
My body can’t explain the hollow feeling
Noises are louder,
Light is brighter
Conversation is impossible
Solitude is peace… sort of.
A single point of reference
Is sought.

Maybe hours,
Maybe days,
I hide,
I focus,
I sometimes weep.
Until eventually,
Able to appreciate
The view beyond the drawn curtain,
And the warm touch
Of another,
The gentle hum of life
And the absence of fear,
I return to this world.

And then I was Grey

Posted by andysmerdon on May 15, 2021
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: Age, Experience, Gratitude, Grey, Life, Life Lessons. 4 Comments
To begin with I existed 
In a black and white life.
Good on one side
Bad on the other.

As my chosen path
Ricocheted me, between
The dark
and the light.

A little bit of each 
rubbed off and onto me.
With age, the dark only seemed to get progressively dark
The light eventually went out the further in I ventured.

So here I find myself
A path of my own creation.
Neither black nor white
Simply a peaceful shade of grey.

Now I wear the colour with pride
It's a battle scar.
A sign of struggle and success
Of love and pain.

I am happy with this life.
My experiences have shaped me for sure
But they have not broken me...
Yes, I am satisfied with grey.

Summer Squall

Posted by andysmerdon on February 24, 2021
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: calm, Clouds, Home, Meditation, relax, Safe, Storms. 3 Comments
summer squalls hurl rain
hard against my garage door
wind finds cracks
around windows and doors
screeching it’s successful entry


on days like this
I feel most alone
and strangely
most at peace


clouds are whipped
across a duck egg sky
and the sun peeks now and then
to ensure the land remains
refreshed and clean


on days like this
I feel most alone
and strangely
most at peace.


my thoughts travel
on seaside fragrance
to familiar and sometimes fantastic places
as around me
summer continues


on days like this
I feel most alone
and finally
most at peace

China Blue

Posted by andysmerdon on November 23, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: Daydreams, Dreams, Longing, Loss, Love, Memories. 7 Comments

A pale sky watches my face,

waiting for me to open my eyes. 

A gentle breeze tries to rouse me,

but only manages to make me smile.


The whispering trees enter my dream

and remind me of the ocean.


My eyes open and see china blue,

and emerald green,

and a translucent turquoise sea,

and golden sands gleaming.


The heady fragrance of frangipani

Reminds me of her…


Aubergine clouds fill my mind.

My heart aches Prussian blue.

My mouth tastes ferric red.

I miss her more than sunrise orange.

Vale

Posted by andysmerdon on September 26, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: Joy, Love, Melancholy, Memories, Memory, Mother, Sadness. 6 Comments
Gentle waves of melancholy
Wash against my mind.
Never enough to pull me down - 
They serve to remind me
Of past happinesses,
And joys yet to be experienced.

My Bitter Mouth

Posted by andysmerdon on September 13, 2020
Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: breaking up, Cruel words, Pain. 4 Comments

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