cerulean sea
brings life to the granite shore
igniting the rock
Poetry
a harem of stars
while sea-mist veils the pre-dawn
Venus holds my heart
sunrise promises splendour
only one can claim my love
Gently sleep tugs me
Into a late morning nap
Winter sun subdues
Two lives shared
One lifetime celebrated –
A time that created life
A time that respected life, and
A time that continues its life.
For 60 years you’ve held hands
And held ours too –
In times of happiness
In times of struggle, and
In times of light.
We thank you both,
For our lives,
For sixty years of guidance, and
For the chance to congratulate you.
We love you both,
And we respect and admire you both,
With all our hearts.
Happy Anniversary, Mum and Dad.
XXX
Make eye contact and say the words,
Let me see them fall from your lips.
Don’t send them along the copper cords
Or wirelessly send your sweetest quips –
Yours eyes say more than simple speech
Distance and time make the feeling leech.
Hold my hand and say you care.
Tell me again that I’m all you need.
I love the warmth you often share
And know this time my heart won’t bleed.
It’s when we touch, our spirits soar –
I feel it at my deepest core.
To keep our love that’s set in stone –
Let’s hold hands, not use the phone.
Beige
Lights flash by the window
I know them, and they barely register.
A familiar hacking cough disturbs.
Tinny announcements are ignored
By my numb mind.
My beige life,
Clatters in time with the carriage –
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack,
Day after day.
I need colour…
At the next station, she steps into my life.
.
.
Watermelon
There is something satisfying,
When the seed you spit, lands perfectly
On the shoulder of your detractor –
Unbeknownst to them.
Is not the day a little brighter?
The juice a little sweeter?
The colour more than watermelon?
The future seems promising,
The past… Further past…
The joy of simple revenges.
.
.
Red
As long as she can remember
Her view from the hillside cottage
Had been Argassi’s terracotta rooftops –
Down to the turquoise Mediterranean.
This has been her anchor.
She was born here,
She grew here,
She learned here,
She loved here,
She taught here,
And she gave here.
Now she is returned to the soil…
to become part of here.
