Naming day

Posted on January 8, 2022 by aperture

All along swollen banks
Branches laden with seeds
Heavy from drenching
Rain flooding under feet

An intricate beauty
Calls you to attention
Saying, 'look at me!'
Brushing away dark grey

Standing on her shoulders
Not knowing what to call
Each delight before me
Like a mother she whispers
Call it love

A pink garden variety
Lands on my bedside
Table, couch beside
Picked by hands called love

Machines flooding
House of high tide afloat
Evidence of daily life
To keep warm bodies

Queues of words
Responded in kind
Bring down softly
Tears for fears

Pictures fill the mind
From near, afar, not yet
Teaching me to just be
Naming the days

Abandoning that which
Does not nurture
Grow or teach me
Feed will to love daily 
For us

Fair maiden

Posted on January 6, 2022 by aperture

How your hair moves
Gently in the breeze
Put mind at ease
Surround with green

Reminding me 
Special treasures
Await when we leave
Path well travelled

Ends curling upwards
Humidity, too fine 
To be trampled
Beneath our feet

Divine ordinary

Posted on January 6, 2022 by aperture

Finished work at 5pm. Went for walk in the rain. Resting on my warm couch waiting. For kitchen to be cleaned so I can dirty it again.

Ten leg caravan

Posted on January 4, 2022 by aperture

As far as the eye could see
Described the horizon
Shifting and changing
With oppressive heat

Cadence of the caravan
Riding handsomely
Toward everything
Past edge of known land

Frontier called
Like battlefield before

Rarely a woman seen
Except one who walked
Where no one went
With followers in tow

Not out of bravery
Passion or daring
Just because only place
Left to go

Ready for lift-off

Posted on January 1, 2022 by aperture

Passing fancy

Posted on January 1, 2022 by aperture

Invisible delights remain
As the stardust fades
Revelry abates soft sounds
Of sleeping in till late

Thunderous applause 
Momentary universe
In all colours
Of the night

Fade until next time
Old endings turn to
New beginnings
With you

Eve

Posted on December 31, 2021 by aperture

Won't you meet me
On New Year's Eve
At Nine O'Clock
At the compass rose

Tell me things
About your past
Lead me to wherever
You're going

Take us away
From place of Princes
Down the green
To the waters edge

Where sun and moon
Both kiss the water
As they rise
To greet you

Satellite of love

Posted on December 27, 2021 by aperture

Gold-plated crafted
By the finest dreams 
Of our generation
A mission of a lifetime
A decade, years unknown 
When completed
Could it become
Another star in the sky
Revolving around the sun?
Discovering new things
About worlds beyond
A job that is never done
Twisting and turning
Ignoring nature's revolution
A revelation in the eyes
Of one

A novel ending

Posted on December 27, 2021 by aperture

Wouldn't it be nice to find ourselves part of
A glorious story in reality
Shaped by forces hidden beyond our fingertips
Making any other story mere novelty
Unable to hold our imagination beyond
Our waking thoughts
To wish to be awake
Because dreams are not
As tantalising as
Reminscing upon real life
And taking it all 
In your mind to its natural end
In this, being one's own best friend means
To reach out again and again
For what the heart needs 
To do and say daily
Not only to stay alive but thrive
To be a starring part in our own story

Falling slowly

Posted on December 26, 2021 by aperture

Rush of waves of air 
Past the ears
Hot air rising 
Up and out the mouth

'Fix a basket below
Call out Here we go!'
Altitude whirring
Latitude stirring

Mending and lashing holes
Forgive me for not 
Holding you in my arms
Pulling lines and sandbags 

Forgot the sparkling
Though the water looks divine
Floating on a mystery tour
Riding a technicolour dreamcoat

Falling slowly
Seeking sure footing
More than I'll ever be
Landing softly in fields of gold