Dawn on the day
I gave birth
To a gentle giant
Kind and humble
Keen and bright
Softly tread
Along clifflines
Sprouting heads
Bowed politely
Herald new life
Gentle light
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The glacial pace of love
It's not a 'thing' anymore
It just is
It floats in space completely unnoticed
No one is looking for it anymore.
No lover, husband, well meaning friend
With satellites to detect
Any kind of force of attraction or affection
Even a glint worth something
This is what it is to have peace - a vacuum in space
A bubble where I breathe, alone
No one else to use up oxygen
Survival mode
Meanwhile, I float
Beneath the image of Mother of the dawn of the universe
Puff and clouds of dust swirl and evaporate in her wake.
I float in beautiful debris lit up by the faraway sun.
Fast-melting the glacier that was once my world.
Likro dror
When you let go - that little bird
Into the wild, unrelenting sky
One must be willing to never see her again
To be free means no burden of expectation
They say, there are other birds in the sky
The blackened birds that awaken me each morn
Alight upon suburban fenceline
Sing their well-known song
There is no one like the one you so loved
Love tended and fed, doted upon
The one who recognised your voice as you arrived
Felt the silence once gone
Until the caged perch to which it clung
Felt nothing like love at all
Castaways
Reminiscent rising sun
Resplendent moon
Vast world undersea
Forest songs swoon
Affectatious orchid tongue
Pungent earth
Fungi throne
Faeries peeping through
What can one do?
When one love elevated
As a mountain peak high
Eyes clear blue sky
Hungry for taste
Salt licked face
Ocean spray
Ride her wave
Never to reach shores
Castaways
Lost
Loneliness is simply love
With nowhere to go
Passenger
In all my sweet thoughts
Of riding shotgun
Words caught on tongue
Music at your fingertips
Where shall we go from here?
To the coast, surely?
The mountains, sublime
Some cabin where we can hide
Gather imaginary adventures
Cast them on the wind
Like a flock of shorebirds
Headed to the North Pole
The only passenger, am I
Is one of time
We have journeyed years
Apart, words odometer of miles
B flat blues
Birthday blues
comes after you
The coldest day
with longest night
Soft blue sky
won't clear the air
of sullen gloom
When loved ones are
so far and few
To those so close
A silent toast
Poignant message
Like a ghost
The fault to bear
Is mine to groan
For, I'd rather spend
This day alone
But when I do
A quiet knock
Of heart does wonder
Where all went?
Then, blink of eye
The day is spent!
Milk Fever
A mother's breast turns
Feeding the only release
Lest she weep in tune with child
How long will it last?
Interminable desire
To hold fast the nest
In contrast to view ahead
So wild sea eagles
Soar solo surveying over
Rocky shores, pebbles trickle
Vast dolomite column cliffs
Veering skyward - eyeing one another
Young ones too large for nest
I run errands to tick of time
Care package a respite
For a friend whom I like
Caring for other than bloodline
Though I forgot the soy milk
Now it's all I can drink
The taste of it like a chance meeting
Next time I will say the words
Until then, thoughts brew
Like a heady spiced chai
While tea turns tepid
At least, the sun and I.
Blue space
We are enamoured by
Ever changing aspects and moods
Of mysterious face of the sea
While vast deep is changeless
Storm, wind and tide hurry
With advancing seasons
Turbulence magically awakens
New life on shores, wet and highlands
Nothing is wasted
Rich minerals freighted upon rivers
Every particle useful, deeply stirred
Ready for new forms of life
The stark problem of survival
A problem of keeping alive
The spark of life, a matter of existing
No demands made, a dormant state
Take these blue fathoms and pair with blue space above
A steady cure-all, surely, for human race
Yet, do not deny need for one blue pill daily.
Poem derived from the text of ‘The Sea Around Us‘ by Rachel Carson, Oxford, 2021, pp. 32-33: Chapter title ‘The Changing Year.’
In the quiet hours
In the quiet hours
Relieved, I reminisce
The times when silence
Were sparse and few
In the quiet hours
Clarity falls like dew
Eyes open, dreams renew
Wishes cast seeds afar
In the quiet hours
Words echo in chambers
Of heart, once a stranger
Now mine to choose love
In the quiet hours
Fears are laid waste
Happy endings hesitate
In favour of new beginning
