Her supple hand touched the breeze The ladybird purged pests with ease His cherubic cheek brushed her arm The cattle egret eats the bug (alarmed) Farmland of languid lucid flocks She sensed the scene from far away A chance to laugh and love and learn Her time had come to reach (to yearn) Events – […]
Tag: nature
gambolling
hop to it; he says romping bounding and bouncing springing into the water gambolling from grass a frolic – your frisky when dancing and prancing others have left – cavorting – we’re last when others fail to do what can be done making nothing of something and neglecting the one playing and leaping and splashing […]
the willow tree
He walks beside the willow tree
the shade is sure his friend
the road seems long and far away –
will he ever reach the end
The sparrow chirps above his head
the storm
What can I see when I say I can do and the bird in the tree reminds me of you and the little lake ponders and paddles and pants and the stars in the sky over yonder way land speak to the children who chide in the snow and the sleet turns to […]
I think of thought…
What do I think of thought Or can I only feel A touch as tender as the breeze Or hard as bovine – ‘fore the veal What do I think of thought What does she think of me As hard to the touch as a scab Or soft and supple Alike thee Bereft of kindness […]
Night-time
Night-time wouldn’t show itself Until Sunshine moved away Like a road-way that disappears in flood Like a child who will stray Night-time hid away God knows where Like a sock hides in a shoe Not wanting to come out and play Like when I played hide and seek with you The pages turned […]
Taken
Terrified, I looked beyond My ocean, river, Lake – my pond Tentative, I thought I heard The high tide lap ‘gainst beach-heads prize The rock jumps from the page. A vision’s sight With sty in eye Urbanised, I look away – ‘Scraper, McMansion – Mortified I reminisce in disbelief As faith […]
Relaxed discomfort
The silence that the darkness brings Is erubescent in the night Dusk awakens, the darkness springs To the lively sun when light As my heart’s skin is shed in day Attitude is centripetal Twilight comes with tranquil focus You are my child in the lotus.
My bird
The bird seemed to follow my roving eye As he walked beyond where I lie He seemed to know, with eye I spy – Sitting there that day. He never seemed to have a care No matter for how long I stared Or how controlling was my glare He was there, it seemed, to stay […]
sensualism 