Going to the show alone
One might consider
The loneliest thing
In the world
One, however, might learn
To love being merely one
In a crowd
When the onscreen drama
Is far from one's own
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Category Archives: Nature
Breathless
I recall the day we met
Years ago now, so it feels
Weather and tide playing havoc
Eve of Christmas eve
Standing on the dunes
Marvelling at turbulent sea
Behind, you seemed
Calm, steady and sure
Wind whipped sand in eddies
Stole my breath away
Eyes wide at postcard scene
I found myself in awe
Suddenly bold and lighter
To skip down to waveline
Play like a child once more
Stealing glances on shore
As kite surfers skimmed
Pushing sea spray to wind
I close my eyes and feel
The warmth of summer again
From whence you came
Nature is neither
Quiet nor forlorn
Waves wrestle breaks
Plummet to shores
Skylight barely
Twinkles away
Eons burning
Blasting space
If peace resists
To dwell within
Cradle cries
Foes grin
Let rip and tear
Of sea, sky and earth
Remind you whence
Flesh from birth
I feel you
In my feet pounding pavement
Hips swaying to music
Waves crashing in ears
Sun beating
Rhythm in my solar plexis
Salty sting of tears
Glitter on the water -
In your eyes -
Evokes a feeling
One cannot contain
Boundless sea
I feel you
Cartography of life
Admiring the deep grooves
Contour lines of my hands
Topography of life
More marked and populated
As time goes by
I have grown old
Waiting to know you
One step closer
Hearts beat wild
Parading throes of life
Why are we here?
Questions that never disappear
Take the child
Within each passing smile
Fear of the brink
Fear of the greatest unknown
One step closer
S.O.S
Seeker of sparkly things
Eyes always searching crowd
For glittery glimpse
Of small city familiarity
Search and found
Ache of longing rescued
No shame in admiration
A bouquet of floral, gemstone and jewellery
Hands shoved in pockets
To stop their dance moves
Body chimes in, swaying back and forth
Rocking to classic sound of heart's beat
Eyes and ears glued to lips and voice
Ebb and flow of sound
Storyteller sighs for a while
Relieved loyal receiver of sparkly tales.
Something in the way
The way you looked at me
Those days
Years away
Stays with me
Every day
I’d rather pick blackberries
I'd rather pick blackberries and never taste a bite
I'd rather go plane watching and never take a flight
I'd rather climb a mountain and not see the other side
Than to ever fall in love again with an absent friend
Golden
If seaside rocks could speak
They'd tell us how the world was formed
Should pelagic birds learn drawing
Secrets of deep ocean revealed
Might blossoms hum in tune with bees
What merriment the sunshine brings
Count the stars of heaven 