A fire hydrant
Gushing forth
Into the street
Stopping traffic
Emergency
Meanwhile little feet
Paddle flippantly
Rush too much
To drink
Pushing through
Excitedly
Making rainbows
Underneath
As tiny popstick
Sailboats
Race and chased
Endlessly
From the early hours
As sun peeps over
To see me smiling
As I cast over
Another line
By line
Throw over
My shoulder
Waiting for
The smallest bite
When thoughts caught
Kiss to release
Free from my hands
She has the sea
The one who's hooked
Is me
To the woman with no means
Who spends her time
Cleaning
Cares for all littlest
Both furred and skin
Breeding
Bringing lively heartbeats
Into tearful world
Dreaming
Paring back overgrowth
Give wings to spread
Believing
Turning the other cheek
At the partnership
Leaving
Turning new leaf
Love a fortune
Receiving
'There's an island I know
They get a little rain
Then it snows
But the feeling seems to flow
It's a place that I call home
We get the music, get the market on the weekend
People don't seem to play pretend
Snow capped mountain looking over my shoulder
The summer seems to get much shorter and colder.
But there's beautiful people
And familiar faces
That's where I want to be
When the cold world races
The people I link with
The friends that I drink with
When the sky is falling down
It's my family I want to be with
The beautiful people.
There's a pub on the corner
You can drink in the street
Philosophy on the lawn
You can wear bare feet
If you stay out late
There's no pollution in the sky
So you can see the stars
Yeah we got problems
A few greedy men
Making decisions with
A cheque book and pen
The paper says
Nobody's cutting the trees
Seems funny to me
When the paper's made
Out of trees.
But there's beautiful people...
-song by Adam Cousens, Beautiful People. (C) 2009
Some would prefer to be
Locked in a warm embrace
Holding hands on Summer's day
Dressing up for a parade
Underneath veneer new love
Springs to mind the perils of
Weighing strangers with a thumb
Viewed through tiny window
Only thing to weigh my mind
The thought of you riding
Over mountains, rivers, coastlines
Scenery found by your thighs
All the heartache, sweat and tears
Over so many years
Devoting nature's wisdom
To so many ears
Keeping so very busy
With thoughts of making plans
Though there's never any demand
Greater love in absent fan
Image Credit: Emma Haynes
I fell in love with nature
Not for its own sake
Or higher cause
Tickets to posterity
Simply to save me
She was a portal
I climbed through
Out of the capsized
Sinking ship
Took me by the hand
Showed me how to swim
Not for glory, accolades
For my own benefit
Opened my eyes
To all the life
Beneath the surface
I could not see
Though I hold on
To air, words, hands
In her presence
Not to tarnish
The moment
Having dived for riches
Striving to pluck my heart
From the seabed
She reminded me
Just breathe
I visited your beach
While you were away
Took a seaheart home
From underneath the waves
I also received your dose
Of cinnamon sugar skin
Salty lips and ocean hair
Wished that you were there
But you were afterall
Maybe we could meet
Under the waves
One day
Can I see one more time
Says the bee to belle
Taking temperature tells
It is not this hot in May
Ask simply
How can one live
Without the glimpse
Of her inner world
There is nothing at all
For a muse to do
But be oneself
Share but a small
Dose of delight
An open veil
When she trails
With my thoughts
Tailing behind
As I watch
Looking up
For once
In my life
Photo credit: Emma Haynes
Bowl of red roses
One thorn
Field of clover
One bee
Picnic in grove
One ant
Sleeping dogs lie
One flea
Magnanimous reply
One word
Deep belly sigh
One spurn
Long tanned thigh
One burn
One yearns to turn
A blind eye
To all the ones
That lead to our
Undoing
If we erase
One line
How delightful
It would be
Paring down
All nature's will
To living without
One penetrating
Sting
Would deprive us
Of so many
Beautiful things
One by one
Memories come
As first drops lightly
Before a lavishing
At once dissipating
On parched broken land
Then blanket covering
Moving sun's dwelling
Into hiding
Between them both
Daylight quench thirst
One without the other
No dancing dresses
Come out
Parched tongues dip
Into warm clear springs
Going underground
To yield every colour
Known to the eye
Above and below
Bed of growth
Light touch sows
Till sun retires
Dewdrop gathers
For next bow
In the sky
Count the stars of heaven 