The cuttlefish A camouflaged chromatophore – Dried and shredded
Month: May 2019
Fear
And what’s to be said When dastardly Hell is done And the road once walked Has since been run From the sea to the valley Oh may it be clear That the hike to the mountaintop Will e’er shed one’s fear
Green
What’s so great about the colour green It’s the bestest colour I’ve ever seen No matter where, you see it bloom It’s shared with me and shared with you For green is up and green is down Green is grass and green is light Green is here and green is there Green is dark […]
The Wind
The Wind was taking a break today Unlike the gust it blew in when it came out to playBut that was then – a long time away – Today it lay quiet with nothing to say What’s up; I asked – the Wind didn’t replyI pushed and I prodded, I tried and I triedBut the […]
Christopher
In Sussex the woods house a bearin Devon bookshops occupy my mindHis name is Pooh – with friendsin store and in the woodsEver mindful there is Christopherwho scampers between simple pleasureswell-mannered yet surrealIn the woods their kinship growslike a leaf upon a treeYet when walking stairsPooh drags his feetplodding as he goesWithout the woods or […]
Haiku poetry IV
The curtain’s opened Signpost read – It’s morning
A scene
Time raced past midday to afternoon light and saw a glint in the sun on the field in the farm Smile dropped in – Joy came to stay and the dog said will anyone throw a ball and come play
on one knee
On one knee he looks into her eyes a wan smile sleeping there and seeping through His pallid face a picture of distraught despair his life a salty sense of breathless air
the afternoon’s surmise
Time flows through the afternoon In the shadows of the mind – Yet to control the effervescent life Secluded silence venting anger In the valley’s daunting hills Iridescent cloud replaced by thunder’s sky Lightning strikes – the trees shake (so do I) – Attention’s gaze diverts (life passes by) Leave be what’s […]
I built a home
I always thought my mind was racing forward to a path beyond the path that it should take. I thought I knew my smile – (strength beyond) the will of those who would ingratiate. When I was so much younger than I am, I’d live from day to day without a plan – […]
sensualism 