How long can we last
Without sunshine
Sustenance
Living water?
How far can we go
On two legs
Two wheels
Four tyres?
How many weeks
Can I laugh out loud
Suppress a smile
Dream a while?
How long have you got?
How long?
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Category Archives: Poetry blog
As surely as
Leaves are biding
Their time till fall
Soaking in sunshine
Cascading green wall
Clouds cover mountains
Blanketing dew
Drifting to sea
Each morning new
Human way of being
If ever any question
Is we're always feeling
All feel the same as you
No eye dear
Placing one pair
Of bird watching
Binoculars
Inside the cap
Of a navy hat
The dichotomy
Of my life
In a cardboard box
To move again
Another new start
This one makes ten
I recall the power
Of words
And silence
Both can make
You laugh
Or cry
Both can be used
As weapons
Or protection
So I look keenly
Through looking glass
At feathered friends
Deserving our attention
While hiding away
To collect
Dust and mites
Gold braid
Felt and thread
That hold together
Memories
Of a time
When men were blind
If only I understood
That my words
Held power
Over you
I would use it
For good
To say only
I love you
If I could
Foxhole
Crouched in the dark
Too wired to sleep
Scratching out words
By dim candlelight
Writing to believe
This thing called love
Is real and true
When at first sight
Never knowing
Cares for plight
Thinks of them all
Under starry night
Will ever read
Or make reply
Moved on too quickly
Or said goodbye
Better to never
Know the truth
When belief in love
Is keeping alive
Falling
Swept
Breath
Fall
Off their feet
Taken away
On their knees
Sounds divine?
We have a lifetime
To work it out
How to live in love
From this position
Upturned
Breathless
Lying low
We will need
Every day
However long
It should take
To know
How to stand
Held hands
Walk on
Allport Library and Museum Collection, State Library of Tasmania.
Ruffled
Pure delight
Little fingers find
Feathery treasure
Waving its finery
We shed parts
Of ourselves
For friends keep
To admire
In sharing
They grow
Lighter
Fly higher
Lament
Those of us
Left behind
Indelicate words
The opening scene and theme
Of Four Weddings and a Funeral
Say the most indelicate word
In such a proper way
To convey intense feelings
For somebody or thing
Fear of missing out on love
The act of not giving in
Perhaps this word invades my mind
In such a proper way of late
Simply because frustration of
No other words to say
When someone has captured completely
All senses pervading with
The delight in submitting willingly
To the plight of love's great gift
These days
Even today
I smile again
A knowing one
How on earth
Can we truly know
Anything at all?
We can
On the odd day
I stumble and fall
Grasping for
Something solid
Committing to
Falling ungracefully
Hoping that days
Like today
Will come again
Tomorrow
If all the days
Were even
How would I know
How glorious it is
To rise above
The odds
Both sides now
When the shoe fits
On the other foot
A new perspective
Holding on edge
Of her world
Every time we meet
In the public eye
I wonder whether
The luckiest am I
Every time we see
Another night
I wonder whether
The last sight
Every time we hear
The same old songs
I wonder whether
They're ever wrong
Every time we lie
Wanting nothing
I wonder whether
Love we bring can
Let it be
Belonging
If a sprout takes root
On an Island
That drifts away
Heading South
It was always there
Seeds that flew in
On the breeze
Hosted by birds
Do we blame these
Mixed leaves?
So what happens
When I wander hills
Wondering whether
This bloom or that
Warrants attention
Is all life
Worth a mention?
Count the stars of heaven 