I dance to the windswept scent of the flower bed that’s blooming and walk to the sundrenched colour of the bottle-brush in Spring. I run to the overarching weakness of the sunshine fading and lie next to the smell of baby milk that is the stunning bosom, bearing. I sleep to the suppressed reality of […]
Tag: poems
More than myself
Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view – a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it […]
But a second
Absence of a tryst to love Does not abandon thee From amorous encounters In a world of make-believe Absence of a single thought Wants not a lesser being Yet, in time one cannot become What one cannot see For sight to some means knowledge Powered by the mind If one be blind, does it decry […]
Milk and butter
The evening storm The morning sun The shining Summer – burning Fire red As ice is blue The cold wind isn’t learning That flowers bloom From buds of Spring Like Autumn leaves of colour With startling sense – Emulsified – Like blending full cream milk With melting butter. What dreams may come What loss I […]
Love more than life
Love more than life Tears over rain Laughter stronger than stress – the weaker strain Smile brighter Than eye’s refrain Arms outstretched To face the sun Heart so sore – Creates a shroud What can I do – Who can I hold – Where can I stand To void the cloud When I see the […]
Forever in between
It matters not how hard or harrowThe hindrance that I holdBut how soft and purely suppleThe helping hand I doth extol The caressing care known as compassionOpens the door to graceForever in betweenComparing looks upon the face It matters not how rough the gazeHow tough the buccaneerBelieve him when he tells you;Want for her when […]
The hallowed vest
To reach toward the pyramid Atop the burning light E’er thrust and run and tally – The trepid traveller’s flight To be void of divinity – Subtracted from the sun Brightness dwindles as time allows And peddles thoughts still young Sounding like an orchestra – The music sung by one Though whispering – a baritone […]
The Hand
I stood beside the hand I held And saw it tell a story It spoke of years when time was young And the years in sun and glory It stroked my hair, and with a twist Touched my elbow then my shoulder Romance became companionship As the two of us grew older Sometimes I thought […]
The birds that chirp before flying
The sun and the moon And the stars and the sky The laughter that bursts In the birds that chirp before flying The water that brings A saviour to life After looking down At the flowers now blooming The essence, the ingress Seeps through the room’s open window The day sees the sun Shining brightly […]
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 […]
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