My Tree

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

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China Blue

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

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.

Bury Me

Bury me softly
In words of love
Sweet caresses
And butterfly kisses


Hold me gently
In arms as tender
As angels wings
And soft summer breezes


See me openly
With your eyes so deep
Look into the very depths 
Of my aching soul


Remember me
In carefree dreams
And quiet coffee breaks
In seaside cafes


Bury me in memories
Away from the ravages
Of the thief
We know as time

Tangled

 

 

Zen Garden (micro-tale)

Removing his slippers

He stepped barefooted onto the smooth pebbles.

Moving slowly, he stooped occasionally,

Careful to collect every fallen, red maple leaf –

Then, using the bamboo rake

He carefully made the patterns she’d loved.

Sitting on a low wooden bench

He now drank his tea and remembered.

Tanka (autumn)

 

silver moonlight slants

bathing autumns fallen leaves

sleepless feet wander

through memories of summer

the vixen wears a new coat

From Lalit

(Lalit is the Mauritian Creole word for ‘struggle’)

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

The clouds simply watched us and scudded on by

Blue skies and soft breeze had no need to try

For the day was sublime and the memory lingers

This life must be blessed my good fortune continues.

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

It was some years ago on a similar beach,

On a day full of light under a heaven in reach.

She appeared before me in the curl of a wave

And we surfed together towards our future – so brave.

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

Some times in the past I’ve had reason to pause

And wonder at life and question my course.

Then the bright smiling face of my child in the waves

Reminds me of treasures, and again I am saved.