A skein of yarn
Can simply not run free
If tugged or pulled
Will surely wrap
In tangled knots of weeks
Gently lift
Like pick up sticks
To unwind tenderly
All to work it
Round about
To clothe
Bitter westerly
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Category Archives: Friendship
Rush
Truly startling
How heartache can feel
Like a rapid rushing
Over rocks
In time, over distance
A babbling brook
A trickle easing its way
To ocean
Accepted by generous banks
Of rivers
To gaze upon it
Perched aloft
All creatures delight
Tumble, preen and feed
On its shores
So shall I
Days so inspired
Wander vast landscapes
In snow, wind and rain
Pour out my heart
On alluvial plane
Marvel and bow within
Carved limestone cave
Forage and flit about
White washed waves
For each day of yearning
Turns a new fresh page
Placing the point
On paper, thoughts race
As feelings are aired
They are lighter in space
Took all of my wandering
To know here is my place
Threadbare
Will I get to see you
Wear my favourite jumper
Until it's threadbare
After all..?
This Old Love
Only comes out
On coldest days
Wild wind snaps
My face into shape.
Any passing stranger
Notices cool change
Friends embrace
Challengers turn tail.
It holds space
Though never filled
Gravitates to places
Where eyes first locked
Pockets turned inside out
Lint was spilled.
Gaze darts from butterflies
To fleeting smiles
Peering through the aisles
Of best sellers.
Silent goodbyes
Are all that linger now.
Healing shore
Hesitant
Tentative
When the hurt is all you had left
Step into grove of golden flowers
Tread the path that leads
To roaring waves defending sea
Hear the words fall upon soft ground
Mingling with memories of another
Gently lapping morning tide
Safe harbour sunlit, teeming with new life
Steer your own way out
Return to me, steady turn of rudder
Double back if your heart is sore
Come alongside save rocky shore.
Take heed
Do not grow too content
With being alone
Empty seats beside
Roll eyes as party behind
Chatter happily
Warily evading suggestions
Of a match maker
Relishing breadth of one in bed.
Sprawling diagonal
Clutching hot water bottle
Catching clouds racing
Through the mind.
Know this
There is one somewhere
Who exudes sunshine
Their gaze radiates
Over skin and lips
Eyes ablaze
Tense pain of shoulders
Eases, deeper breath
Healing
This is the test.
Does their presence
Feel like a Sunday evening?
Middle ground
First time I kissed you
By accident, on cheek
I whispered, "see you soon"
Ablaze, I stepped onto river's edge
- once where we met -
Time and again
To cool my thoughts.
Last time we hugged
It was all you
A friendly pat around broad shoulders
As I stooped down
Like a medal winner
Empty handed
I could not throw my arms around
. It was orchestrated by another
.. my arms were loaded with jackets and books wrapped in cotton
... I knew it would be the last.
Since then, how carefully the silence is conducted through an orchestra of friends.
While I write lyrics to music I can only imagine.
I believe
In the kindness of strangers
Yet marvel at how a best friend, lover, partner
Can become less than a stranger
In a day
Some people collect people
I collect shells
Beach treasures are beautiful
Even when we don't know what they are.
People are beautiful even when we don't know who they are.
I find it hard to know who is a friend
Until they show me
One way or another
Still, I believe in them
Even when they don't show up.
I believe I need to believe in me before I place so much belief in another.
If mine is the heart in whom I trust.
Keeper
Blossoms burst on piles of rubble
Pushed aside building highways through suburbia
They catch the afternoon sun
A showy illumination of pink hits your eyes as you drive towards bleak horizon.
That's what it's like to meet her
It captivates immediately
Exclaim The blossoms are out!
Sit in wonder as to whether
Fruit might be produced
From the meddling of bees upon flower
What kind?
I still wonder
Was it too early, then, to produce anything?
In the life of our young tree
Did the bees delay?
Did the wind invade and blow soft petals away?
Or is the display merely decorative?
Beauty is a keeper.
Four years on, I should surely wonder.
