Senses seeking places
Where time stands still
Burden drifts away
Nonsensical rules fade
Sink to murky depths
Disapproving looks cling
To craggy rocks
Boom and crash of waves
Soothe the news of today
Diggers on parade
Clanging bands and gongs
While my heart simply
Called by siren's song
Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned
Golden den of orchids
Wavering on windy
Spring day
Appeals to senses
Grow in certain place
Of community
Treasure trove
Of species mingle
In their shade
Who grows around me?
Companion planting
Colourful variety
Though foot and paw
Tooth and claw evade
Safety in numbers
We play, rest, rise
Woven skein unwinding
Houses apart, river abreast
Taking tea on balcony
Always a mystery of two minds
No sensation for downcast eyes
Cascading words lost and find
Fruitless picking out motivations
The bottom of pot, cooled
Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat
Rose between two cheeks
A blush sweet from scorching sun
Below 42 degrees
Blistering sleet
Homebody, I nest alone
Full grown tenderlings
Binding fallen threads
Of existence into thermal weave
So that you, like father
Can protect and heal wind kissed skin
As salty drops slide winsomly
A welcome sting. Long missed love
The heart of a woman
Is very much like
the earth
At its core
A fire burns
It has its quake
At its face
Life flourishes
It has its birth
In its depths
It has its treasures
Too
Poem inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s The Heart of Man
In fiction I would be
A tea and scones librarian
With a secret archive
The contents of which
Was derived from many
Hours of polite
Conversations
How the mind
May wander
Is a marvellous
Thing indeed
Silence descends at the end of another day
Without warning the flashbacks storm
Through my brain
Drawn into a time when I crawled along
On eight pairs of feet
You were the new green shoot
Chlorophyll, my food, curled around me
Eyes flashed cider gum blue
Spring lime green
Autumn fagus yellow in between
You were my seasons while I hid inside
Wrapped up in your goodness
Drank down till I had my fill
Pints of the stuff
Growing green to the gills
Then to withdraw into my cocoon
To become someone you might love
Silk scarves and woven cloths
Interlaced around me
As I rocked back and forth
Remembering golden haze
Of sunshine and drinking you into my pores
Tightly wound, every part of me singing
Agitating, wriggling, then deathly still
Grieving, so near, yet I am bound
Waiting, not patiently, turning inside out
Penultimate moment, a dead eye opens
In the dark
A tear in the fabric of time
My proboscis is out
Feeling tingling into the wind
No more drinking her in
I shake free my wings and navigate
Stigma dripping in nectar
Search me out
I am taken in and dipping
Soaked, drunk on wine
Pushing me beyond my tipping point
Freedom flight
Yet every waking cell in my new-found body
Calls out – who and what made me as I am now
How could I wish for any other plight?
Heart empty vessel
No sticks, stones or broken bones
Could ever fill it
She told me her dreams
Now I meditate on how
To realise them
I'd rather
Love with tear drops than
Love you not
Count the stars of heaven 