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
One who sorely knows
Hearts are happy wanderers
Gladly lets love go
Summer entrances
Thoughts of her dancing on breeze
Listless waking dreams
Many times her gaze
As bronzed kiss on nape of neck
Refuses to fade
Fever held tighter
One day of love lasts lifetimes
Burst seed sown in mind
At last, hope all but declined
To fill the void and vacant mind
Unthinkingly returned to find
Her soft response - as silk - sublime
Flesh of petal, down of breeze
Float respondent, clasped with ease
A moment rendered skips repeat
Upon the joy bells fringe appease
Wavering as the hooded green
Time was all a seasoned dream
Though orchid eyes all summer roam
Abiding sight I've never known
Once a many ravens Perched on picnic walls Encroaching so daringly Staring back and forth Babes in arms were cradled Toddlers stopped from harm Backed away hauntingly Edge from warm spring calm Escape to caves below Calcified remains. Hundred years a column Ancestors' way laid Cacophany of cries Heard across the skies Sharp eye of witnesses Those who bled and died ~Inspired by The Nightingale Film (2018)
All the words spoken
Feather weighed by scales of prose
One hundred to one
Count the stars of heaven 