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
Poetry
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
(a clutch of Haiku)
I saw a flower Break beneath a waxing moon It was her first time * I misunderstood And find I should have cared more I breakfast alone * The sheets do belong To the one who deserves them She recalls my name * In a certain light I am considered handsome We make love at night * Through a web of joy We dance the tarantella two crazy lovers
Sometimes I’m like that cat Alone in the box. Am I alive Or am I dead. Waiting for somebody, anybody To open the box, To interact And look inside. What if I’m dead? That wouldn’t be the best. Or would it? No more mystery And I’d be out of the box. Somebody would know. Therefore my existence, Even in death, Would be validated. What if they look inside And I’m alive? That would be good - Wouldn’t it? I’d be able to talk to someone. I’d be out of the box. It would be nice - As long as I had the choice To get back in the box Whenever I needed to.
Poetry is my aeroplane 