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
Silence sings chorus
Trailing in waves
Over mountain ranges
Always known
Since fair eyes met
A soul awakening
Who you are to me
Some things never change
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
Small discreet circle
Of simple spaces
To be completely
Oneself
Indolent as the sinking sun
Tucked in beneath the sheets
Of stratus hovering on skin
Up to her lady's chin
Propose a new locution
To discern a lover's toil
Mute and bewildered
By the tragic dimming light
For blazing sensitivity
Could ne'er reduce the spoils
Of cherished forest nymph on lute
Of loss mythologised
Tame the darkest craving
Urge of new moon water signs
Embody all we never spake
Through threads touched by desires
I'll bet - if I had the chance again - An alpine mosaic winds its way through your mind just like the landscape of your hands feet and neck do mine
In all your stories
In that universe of yours
I noticed, you're alone
Haunted by voices
Evading natural horrors
Sense of place strong
As if wedded to landscape
Betrothed to the sea
Enamoured by creatures
A sensory plea
Once raging storms settle
Sunrise warms skin
Will one day a touch
Be welcomed in
Give in to the water let it swallow you whole may it wash all your cares whisper to your soul that the weight of the world an illusion at best the waves and swell can hold you at rest
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
If only one knew the varietal
Upon first sight
One would not wonder why
Petals faded
After such a short time
Once saw the blush of full bloom
Though only an old image
Ill wondered if my touch
Would arouse another season
Count the stars of heaven 