Singing the sundown

Posted on January 12, 2022 by aperture

Everything is going
The same way as the sun
Round and round
Counting its days
Swinging up and down
Lamenting the place
It puts us on the
Dark frozen days
Wishing to be near
To warm us
Knowing it prevents
The wonderland 
From freezing over
At your time of year
If all I had were lips
I would speak a warm fire
Into existence 
Warm frosted toes
Hold them in the glow
Resurrect solar flares
For the night
Singing up the sunrise
Whistling pot of coffee
Sing song greeting
To all little creatures
Singing lips till supper
Until yours meet me

At last

Posted on January 11, 2022 by aperture

Pipped at the post
Some laugh, some say
Could have pushed it
On the straight

On last legs
Witty repartee
No breath for words
Opponents parade

No quick comeback
Nor clever with hands
The aim in my shoot
Like rubber bands

My gait's not long
Nor is it fast
When race days over
Can I come last?

Our mirror world

Posted on January 11, 2022 by aperture

In stone quiet hours
Retreat to cosy corners
As real as anything
That happened in 
The liquid light
Smallest words powerful
Take over all evidence
To the contrary
Beggars become pleasers
Rigid made into teasers
Doors as hard as
Bruised knuckles
Swing open 
With a breath
Sand between toes
Curling fingers glow
A wet coat smell
Pervades with a kiss
The salty taste
Lingers longer
Than the night
As we curl 
Like a shell
And miss

Love like

Posted on January 10, 2022 by aperture

A 70's Musical
Come take my hand
Look into my eyes
We'll live in harmony
All of our days
Playing hide and seek
In the darkness
Interweaving
On roller skates
Anything goes
Wear what you want
Be completely yourself
I know I will
Aquarius moon
Landing too soon
All glory revealing
No hiding in bloom
Daring big dreams
Tempting fate
When heavens allow
I will wake 
To see your face
Every day
Of happy endings
Just by believing
Love is real

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