Pure delight
Little fingers find
Feathery treasure
Waving its finery
We shed parts
Of ourselves
For friends keep
To admire
In sharing
They grow
Lighter
Fly higher
Lament
Those of us
Left behind
Ruffled
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Category Archives: Biography
Indelicate words
The opening scene and theme
Of Four Weddings and a Funeral
Say the most indelicate word
In such a proper way
To convey intense feelings
For somebody or thing
Fear of missing out on love
The act of not giving in
Perhaps this word invades my mind
In such a proper way of late
Simply because frustration of
No other words to say
When someone has captured completely
All senses pervading with
The delight in submitting willingly
To the plight of love's great gift
These days
Even today
I smile again
A knowing one
How on earth
Can we truly know
Anything at all?
We can
On the odd day
I stumble and fall
Grasping for
Something solid
Committing to
Falling ungracefully
Hoping that days
Like today
Will come again
Tomorrow
If all the days
Were even
How would I know
How glorious it is
To rise above
The odds
Belonging
If a sprout takes root
On an Island
That drifts away
Heading South
It was always there
Seeds that flew in
On the breeze
Hosted by birds
Do we blame these
Mixed leaves?
So what happens
When I wander hills
Wondering whether
This bloom or that
Warrants attention
Is all life
Worth a mention?
Love me two times
I've been around the world
At sea, floating, fighting
Sweating, delighting
In the vastness
Of ocean
Beauty
Deep
Yet, there is no one
Anywhere who
Inspires such
Imagination
As you
For me
Strange days
How I marvel when Horror and strife Make ordinary turbulence Seem trifling How one image in the wilderness Ignite a longing Lifelong To be inspired To be present In the last days In the silence Is an aspiration Over which we have No accord Though truly Authenticity Girded by love Will always be a Heavy weight I bear it With a smile A laugh, song Stride in step Love thee well
Night lights
Pounding pavement
To heavy beat
Lyrical mind
Street light
For years
Out for beers
Surfing couch
Playing it out
Pictures fleeting
Across the mind
Though deleted
Etched in time
The places we went
Together simply
By sharing
A moment in pixels
Strange to wish
Yourself into being
Jealous of seeing
Family and friends
One day I will find
When put first
In my kind
My tribe
What it's like
To be loved by all
Arise alone
And smile
If I'd grown
Nearby
Looking up to
Those girls
Where would I be now?
Thin line
Future thinking laid out
Like a thin grey line
Where the ocean
Meets the sky
Boundless heights
Unfathomable depths
Unknown spaces touch
In surface tension
Breaks, bubbles
Waves and drifts
Freedom to exist
Between them
Floating on a breeze
Between continents, adrift
A breath of indifference
Can stifle the mood
Drain colour in landscape
Surrounded in gloom
Billions of raindrops
Illuminated by sun
Four seasons in one
Summer come
If only
Contentment came naturally
Stillness wrapped fondly
Hope prolonged willingly
Atmosphere pregnant
Calm absorbed easily
When standing inside
Where storm chasers hide
Rush of alternate reality
In the epicentre
As chaos abounds
Words flung around
Presence resides
With you
Love like
A homing pidgeon
Taking away
To far off places
Letting go
Watching, waiting
Every day
Hoping praying
She'll come home
When she does
Cheers of joy
The sound of
Two wings flapping
White spread feathers
Fantails
Always wondering -
If she flies
In own direction
Wondering whether
She'll be alright
This night
Count the stars of heaven 