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
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
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
I sat, momentarily
In the place
Where we parted
Surreptitiously
Picked up
Where we left off
Ease smoothed out
Wrinkles on forehead
Free to think
As I should
Took the side road
To stop at favourite
Coffee shop alone
Contentment seeps in
A hot air balloon
Could not lift me
Away from home
Our haunt
How apt is that word?
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 