The bravest
Most courageous one
On the face
Of the earth
The one who wakes
Their truest self
Does their best
To face humiliation
They think they are alone
Until someone -
Rather than dart away
stand opposed or
Laugh in their face
- stands beside
Unites. Then they are two.
An honour it is to stand
With one who boldly
Nobly, quietly
Faces the day
Never alone
For those days
When nights drag on
Waking up takes far too long
Or you've been awake for hours
Nothing new
Rest your feet on the ground
Give your arms a hug around
There is plenty in the day
That you can do
Find a friend, child or pet
They will put your mind at rest
A warm touch to take the chill off morning's dew
Do the thing on the list
Wash the dishes, fold the towels
It's a meditative act
If you hum or sing out loud
Walk outside, breathe it in
Streetscape, sea or gardening
Soak in the air's attentive touch on skin
If the sky falls, step aside
There is somewhere you can hide
With your pet, child or friend and just play cards.
The End.
Thrumming of rain
In the morning
Steel roof
Orange lit sky
Bursts at dusk
Mountain shadow
Cadence of breath
Skip of steps
Sand and waves
Key of a song
Tells the tale
Of love's bond
How wholesome, it was said
We did meet by river bed
Rock pools swirling
Dreaming of past lives at sea.
Our shared love of its creatures
A saltwater one, like me.
Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.
Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.
Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.
Within weeks, the cracks show
The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty
Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.
The great diversity of my mind.
I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.
To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.
Fair winds and following seas.
In the North
On this day
A million Painted Ladies
Drifted on highways
Of warm s'easterlies
Descended upon wild ancient
Lands remembered
To cocoon, feast and rise once again.
Artistic impressions of papillons
Adorn my door, socks, scarf
My eyes have never gazed upon
Such species near or far.
Do they dwindle and fade,
Will glossy scales fall?
Inevitably, yes
In a day.
How perfect that nature's most subtle beauty
Would feast on loathesome thistle, so thoroughly
To cause a whole crop to fail.
As I nestle in seasons of woven tales from near and far
Aran Islands to Chile
I, too, weave a cocoon
Each to each stitch laid bare, thoughts of places
I've never seen
Near and far -
Some I'd never dare
For slowly, I too, will lose the gloss of youth.
Not before I, and many more
Ravenously erode the fields
of prickly weed
For, come spring -
Who knows what I might be.
Poem inspired by the film, Wilding, 2025.
Forces of deep
All it keeps
Eventually
Rises up
Daily trifles flutter
Fall as the breeze
Tensions ease
Further away you go
Life abounds on the edge
We always knew the rainbow
Not lines of solid colours
A spectrum of hues
Our very DNA intermingles
Since time immemorial
Generations of story tellers
Minced with scientific truths
A new kind of love walks around
Nods at one another,
Knowingly
Formerly L, G, B or Q
Now are plus beings
Who love one not defined
By straight lines
Yet familiar it is, human
With fruiting bodies
Taking on attributes
Of one another
Perfect symmetry of life
Will I set it free?
To wander monsoon streets
Slip into fever dreams
Strap to airplane seats
Will I loosen from its nest
Inside of me?
To fly above swirling schools
Of fish perused
By cephalopods and seals?
Do I secure it soundly within
Cabin walls to sway
In tempestuous swells
Safely in your arms?
Do I unleash this love of mine
Deep-seated divine
Nestled in safe hands
Across unending oceans?
Holding untethered body
In its wake.
Forever residing in waves
That which joins all lands
Far and wide
Joints, muscles and sinew
Within us too.
May I entreat thee
A painstakingly slow
Reveal
If you're not sold
On its worth
Grow weary before
Ribbon falls
To the ground
Blink as lid lifts
Lay it aside
Open wide
Tease of tissue paper
Crinkles as the nose
In anticipation
No waiting game
Moments of reckoning
One still standing, poised
Wing span of heart's
Butterflies
The best things take time
Count the stars of heaven 