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.
beauty
All posts tagged beauty
One word, more meanings.
I love that about words.
I love my barista
He makes the best flat white.
I love the colour orange.
And the taste of orange -
But not together with chocolate.
I love chocolate.
I love the way watercolour paints
Flow together.
I love motorcycles.
I love my dog.
I love crunchy peanut butter
And Vegemite -
But not on the same piece of toast.
I love my colleagues -
Some of them anyway.
I love cheese and wine.
I love beer and curries.
I love the beach,
And the desert,
And the forest.
I love meditation.
I love that you are still reading this,
thank you.
I love the smell
of freshly tilled soil
and newly mown grass.
I love birds.
I love lists.
I love my son.
I am In love with my wife.
A gentle breeze stirs
Carrying the scent of salt,
Touching my skin seductively
I drift back into sleep
Where she visits me again,
Just out of reach,
She smells like the beach,
A mixture of salt coconut and sand
And she dances slowly
To some internal music
That only she can hear,
Sunlight glistens on damp skin
And reflects off white sand,
Too bright,
I turn my head,
The sea breeze
Lifts me from this wool-gathering
And surrounds me once again –
In cool fragrant air,
The distant call of sea birds,
And the oceans gentle sough
Some of this
Less of that
Fear of few
Love of lots
Plenty to give
Thankful to receive
Words that build
Ears that listen
Hearts that sing
Those who laugh
Hands that help
Spirits that soar
Colours that matter
Differences that don’t
Friendship to warm
Music to soothe
Places to see
Those I’ve seen
Paths that meander
azure skies, white clouds
autumns’ breeze begins to chill
making passionfruit
patiently trees wait
to praise each glor’ous sunrise
poems on paper
cashmere sweater drapes enticingly on soft curves hungry eyes devour
Poetry is my aeroplane 