On a park-bench Children cried – Twilight dreams
Tag: verse
Haiku poetry II
the wasp cries cicadas smile – the tree can’t stop talking
Haiku poetry I
zelkova tree -stray cats housed at night sandal keeps the door ajar
Solitude
I stand above the solitudeOf life that brought me here I wonder whether time surpassedWill ever displace fear I run and jump for eptitudeAnd stumble as I wave I find a place to captivateAnd so I stop to save A feeling of a life to lureAnd languish in lent love By those who walk the […]
When life was young
There was peace one dayin a world where life was youngThere was peace that daywhen instruments would strumThere was peace the daywhen hummingbirds had sungThere was peace; said theywhen you and I would comeTo the garden bloomingin the land of graceThe flower – blowing – in the wind – beside your faceAnd when you asked;can lifetime slow […]
a tear
I stood upon a road I never knew existed And found a pathway for my feet And like a seat I rested Inquisitive as I’d become I asked to where it led Deciding then to traipse along Until I reached my bed Would it be my final pillow Would I see old friends […]
Sipping nectar
I come to share your wisdom Your knowledge and goodwill I come because I heard your call A folly bared – until I come to share in melody And harmony and song I come because I know you know That I know I belong I come to share affection In a river I’d disowned I […]
Of character a face can tell
The camera shot me as I am And not as I had been – Was like the grass in time of drought Before rain turned it green. The bird appeared to be my friend Before he fell on me The ocean was azure blue – Dirt floated to the sea. As I recounted photos, past, […]
Lucky
It happened.finally.only yesterday I realised why Fires burned day and nighta day at the cinema changed my lifewe came home that day to a shell of a placepossessions lost – distraught, defaced. The rest of the war spent in another’s armsoutside London on a bourgeois farm.but where to now – a Southern Hemisphere yard?where brown […]
the bird with a whisper
You are the bird with a whisperthat flaps before speaking The yellow blossoms of wattlethat grow in the Spring The hibiscus in summerthat blooms, unexpected and the hours of shadethat help to protect it and when I see colourI think only of you ‘cos you are the rainbowafter the rain the white cloud with sunshine […]
sensualism 