Heat wave
Tsunami wave
Shock wave
Tidal wave
Pressure wave
Goodbye wave
Blowdry wave
Global wave
Alpha wave
Sine wave
New wave
Standing on a hill
Waving at the shore
Wondering when
The final wave
Will come
To return
To life
Once more
Making plans
To see a band
Eating out
Nothing fancy
Just a few
More chances at
A minute spent
With you
I ask my flowers..
They show spots, scars
Unwelcome visitors
Eroding fine display
Bugged by this
They pull up to sky
To climb higher
A royal bouquet
On our faces
We read them
Like palm lines
Mine long and broken
Immediately filled
With love
Looking so much
Like pain, longing
Confusion
Though silent willing
To never let
This moment end
To nurture soil
Grow colour
A smile
To look into light
To unfurl
Holding on
Gently
For hope
Seemingly
Forever
Can I see one more time
Says the bee to belle
Taking temperature tells
It is not this hot in May
Ask simply
How can one live
Without the glimpse
Of her inner world
There is nothing at all
For a muse to do
But be oneself
Share but a small
Dose of delight
An open veil
When she trails
With my thoughts
Tailing behind
As I watch
Looking up
For once
In my life
Photo credit: Emma Haynes
Bowl of red roses
One thorn
Field of clover
One bee
Picnic in grove
One ant
Sleeping dogs lie
One flea
Magnanimous reply
One word
Deep belly sigh
One spurn
Long tanned thigh
One burn
One yearns to turn
A blind eye
To all the ones
That lead to our
Undoing
If we erase
One line
How delightful
It would be
Paring down
All nature's will
To living without
One penetrating
Sting
Would deprive us
Of so many
Beautiful things
One by one
Memories come
As first drops lightly
Before a lavishing
At once dissipating
On parched broken land
Then blanket covering
Moving sun's dwelling
Into hiding
Between them both
Daylight quench thirst
One without the other
No dancing dresses
Come out
Parched tongues dip
Into warm clear springs
Going underground
To yield every colour
Known to the eye
Above and below
Bed of growth
Light touch sows
Till sun retires
Dewdrop gathers
For next bow
In the sky
Think you're flying free
But really, attached
Grounded
Just learning
To spread wings
Until when
One touch
Caving in
Any thought
Of leaving
Ends
Instead sowing seeds
Raising up anew
In case we meet
Again
So spine tingling
Knuckle gripping
Pillow hugging
Daze eyed drinking
Hard when comes time
To realise the dream
Is not real
We will wake
Whenever we're ready
Or else stay
Asleep
Chiselling our hard edges
Chip off the block
Re-generational
On the verges
Stepping over fallen
Taking time to notice
Memorial to inner beauty
Scars an artwork
Memory of all
Everlasting
A flighty little meeting
Sitting in the eaves
Between two blush breasted
Birds tending nests
Pip the willow wicks
Between their beaks
Stripped ready for next
Round of eggs to brood
Starling, like me
Cannot live alone
Dedicated to keeping
Warm prickled skin
As feathers come in
Giving out always
Longing to take warmth
Within
Can I call you?
Darling, dear?
Babe, beautiful one
Eyes like heavens above
Always mothering
Pieces of me changed
Blood runs through forever
Changed by love
Looking through mirror
Can you see
Scars formed catching
Those fallen from nest
Now they are free
So are we
How appropriate a word
Cuteness pervades the look of it
Sound dances on the lips
Dazed awe
Paralysis of mind
Body and soul
A heavy weight like a Great Dane
Sitting on your chest
Adoringly
Lying by your side
With a big heavy paw
Holding you down
Not fighting it
Only getting up
To eat and carry out
Most necessary duties
If I must
So as not to disturb
The dreamlike state
Once bitten, twice high
No other word describes
Smitten by the sight
Of you
Count the stars of heaven 