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
Daily grind is right
Darkness falls and rises
Out of percolator
Into belly stuck on ache
Work tracks play repeat
Commute, beat wild heat
Rising to neck ignored
Cool all the way home.
A rinse cycle of aqua
Barely cleanses racing
Rabbit thoughts chased
By greyhounds the second
Head hits pillow
Worst-case first out the gate.
All my defences lie
In gentle apparition
Hovers above me
Her curls fall on face
Limbs wriggle
Flashes of teeth, eyes
Giggles, legs, hands, waist.
As long as she's alive
Hope thrives disparagingly
Mocking my love life-raft
Drops of memory
Onto tongue like a hack
Apothecary of mind
Brain cells a bee hive
Craving honey
Où es-tu allé?
petit souris
tu es mon unique.
Tes cheveux châtains
et gris me manquent.
Je souhaite contempler
ton regard bleu
Tu te blottis près du feu?
Est-ce que tu batifoler
dans la neige?
Tu ne viendras pas jouer
avec moi un de ces jours?
Loneliness is simply love
With nowhere to go
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
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!
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.
The days march onwards - like Grieg - with a drumroll at every turn.
Tears sit on my windowsill each evening before I close the blinds.
Journeying dreams collect like dust at my feet as I step into a new day.
Hands reach for yours, held softly, no mincing words.
Lips kiss yours fully, completely, until the toast pops and jug boils.
Take a bite into peanut buttered reality, the grist of it is chewy.
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
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
