Pack it all up
Last year's shards
Like an antique
Japanese ceramic
Put it in a box
Under the bed
Start afresh
Forming with hands
Glaze coated smile
Showing heart
All is well
Strike gold
Repair cracked
Seams of old
Heart shaped box
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Category Archives: Thoughts
Unguarded moment
Tell those friends
Their jokes
Don't make me laugh
Those men
With horses for hearts
So deep, deep
Without meaning
They only make me feel...
Lyric poem, An Unguarded Moment, by The Church.
Ode to be
Oh to be the one
Who can do no wrong
To see your face
Illuminated
Each time we meet
Rather than
Cloud nine dissolves
Thump upon landing
As you are gone
Sound of strings
Only soothes
I am not
The one for thee
An ode to be
Just me
Waking dream
Call of the waves
Brought me to this place
A pace of feet among the leaves
Different to cacophonic city streets
A humble blue Bumble bee
Sets down, curious, next to me
The out breath longer than the in
Around here
Sand between toes
Sweat beading on lips, chin and nose
Crickets sing in time with the breath
Or is it me
Stand tall posture
Like a tree
Ignore the planes roar above
Accept all that is
Between the earth, sky and sea
Kiss the sky
Daily she wakes
Greets the face
She chose long ago
Her own
Reprise
First editions grow in value exponentially with time
When the story is worthy of reprise
While others, a mere shell of past lives
Cling empty across time
Eventually blown in the wind
Which one, do we decide?
Come out
In the lee of Summer Solstice
Tell oneself to breathe
In and out repeatedly
No more holding on
To each one
The days are ticking down again
Walk abreast the self-assured waves
Kissing sun on white speckled canvas
Laid bare for once
Turn around
People multiply in the wake
Rubbery tops of jelly fish
Bounce off finger tips
Salty drink for skin
Slips soft around
Tender clefts of limbs
Hopefully loved
Sun kiss, towel hug
Me and my own company
Thinking upon
Just once
The one presiding over
The bay upon balcony
Head dipped in serenity
Some adventure in there
Waiting to come out
13th candle
Burned through
At least a dozen
On pure desire
Till none to light another
Not even at midnight
On Summer Solstice
Of all the gifts
I poured out
My heart slipped into one
Sleep, not skinny dipping
I, my faithful lover
Gentle art
You were always there
Not waiting in the wings
But wearing them
Spectator of my test match
Now long over
Rained out
We're waiting for new ground
The gentle art
Of watching grass grow
Someone
Every adventurer
Long absent wanderer
Climbs karst summits
Ride across Americas
Walk entire length of it
Eventually desires
Someone to come home to
Count the stars of heaven 