Poetry Blogs (Seasons)
Love once bloomed
like a fragrant flower
in eternal spring.
Through years of
torrential summer tears,
the scent faded.
All that seemingly remains
are scorched petals that drop
like dead leaves in fall.
But, far beneath
the frozen surface,
intertwined roots run deep...
Making our twisted love
hardy, to weather the
Wednesday 8th May 2019 1:57 am
Why Do They Call You Summer?
Why do they call you summer
When your name is April?
Your fragrant scent of early roses
Permeates the room
And sunlight cuts across
The blue Axminster carpet
Bleaching the swirling dust
And warms tables to the touch.
I long for your cool hands
Across my fevered brow
But all you give me
Is clammy, blanketing heat.
Friday 26th April 2019 12:00 am
I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Saturday 8th September 2018 11:20 am
A tulip blooms
In the effervescent sunshine of my heart,
A ray of light I alone
Could not have created,
For not until the birds no longer sing,
Or until the trees no longer grow,
Will my infatuation know its limits.
Your hair a melancholic autumn,
Shades of brown and hues of amber,
A forgotten winter,
Made not by you,
But by those that came before I,...
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 3:20 am
my breath left me
on a day of cold and color
against your turned back
white face, white mist
under the beat of your wings
singing the song of the swan
snow falls down
through a world of stolen breath
a feather finds its way
beside a snowflake
curled in my palm
i wish on a white and silent world
that you would take my heart
the way you took my lungs
Sunday 11th March 2018 7:20 pm
Where sea and sky meet
a green flash from the set sun
Lighting distant shores
In Spring my compass
navigated the world round
Now Autumn tides ebb
In the Winter storms
my old life invades the new
Waves crash past the strand
Saturday 11th November 2017 3:54 pm
And then, suddenly, it was calm - the morning wind which threw
rain hard against the window panes and sent beech leaves rushing
across the grass to pile gold-brown against all that the borders grew,
all slowly dulling their greens to wet, muted browns, brushing
the soil as their leaves curl and droop - vibrant Spring-strength gone,
The wind ...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 10:50 am
when the sun
hating the cold dark mornings
hits snooze on the alarm three times
crawls out of bed grumbling
about stiffness in the joints
damp, a bunged-up nose,
is a bear with a sore head
till the coffee kicks in
last of the milk and the motivation
queues at the bus-stop in the rain
with the other heavenly bodies
doesn’t get a seat – again –
Mercury chattering on her mobile
Monday 12th December 2016 10:16 am
Woodland floors are changing now
as leafed tears drop
and fall from bough,
with all that’s been
to pass somehow,
if only for a season.
The air now chills
to frosted days,
as lovers wend
their separate ways
from pledges made,
they part not giving reason.
Monday 3rd October 2016 6:54 pm
In this sparse June
thieving days sprawl
and steal our moon
with the fiery ball
And we content
to soak that Sun
draw short our days
with less work done
Though in fields afar
from where we play
the sphere retreats
from a starving day
where shadows fall
on withered seed
and life exists
in constant need
Thursday 16th June 2016 6:06 pm
back in the time when the leaves crunched under our feet
we kissed and the world stood still,
but as leaves fall so did we
like the frigid air was our relationship,
glances and looks exchanged and meaner ones received
but as ice thaws so did we
as the flowers blossomed the looks weren't as harsh
back in the state of love and happiness we were
and as the sun gets hotter so did we
our love ...
Wednesday 8th June 2016 3:26 am
Stronger in numbers;
the leaves a deaf audience
clapping spring's last bow.
Saturday 16th May 2015 9:53 am
I saw a glimpse of spring today
While riding in the truck
I never knew how sweet it smelled
Untill the light possesed my soul
I thought the night of winter would forever consume my eternity
but oh how wrong I was because....
I saw a glimpse of spring today
The smell of sweet remembrance of a childhood long passed by
will forever haunt by being
But in that moment I was entrapped in a world w...
Sunday 29th March 2015 6:12 am
Miscommunicated, disEnchanted, disconnected, disillusioned state
You, as the epicenter of this Mushroom Kingdom
Wondrous fermentations carried out in smashed pumpkins
They were broken from the start
This is you, this is you.
Evaporating from the misty mountain tops
Is the nativity of these immaculate prophecies
Fostered in every garnish, garden, green, gorge and grove
Sunday 7th September 2014 2:21 am
I'm in love.
A soft breeze rustles the leaves on the trees just outside my window. All is silent save the ocean roaring in the distance at a rhythm too lovely for words. And the wooden clock in the corner holds his pace, savoring this time of night when his tick tick tick is finally heard. It's dark now, all around, except some photos sliding in and out on my computer screen.
I feel p...
Sunday 24th August 2014 11:26 pm
Cycle Of The Scarecrow
before she came
I stood here
for what seemed like eons
with a blood red sun
setting behind me
my head full
of nothing more
straw and dreams
a hole in my chest
where beetles scuttled
happy come rain or shine
my only fear
that crows might see
be brave and bold
and strut towards me
then peck out
my button eyes
now as the shadows g...
Saturday 22nd March 2014 11:52 am
this autumn morning
is served on the rocks
shaken and stirring
come downpour now
unleash your jotting scribe and
cast the showery runes of fables untried
forge scripts along our droughty lanes
of songs for all that yet remain
or wash away those pages brown,
whelm witness to our temporal sway
we’ll listen to the eager eart...
Thursday 5th September 2013 9:58 pm
The Collector (Roget’s Soliloquy)
In my book……..
Words – so simple in their sound
they fall like snowflakes on a lake
and interlock their unique form
until the water gives way to their power,
becoming something bigger,
something cold and hard and beautiful.
Or a flame, just a spark at first
until the kindling catches and the embers
jump from t...
Friday 1st February 2013 11:10 pm
The campion comes late in May
when golden king cups raise their heads
and all about the tawny carn
a merry May-time madness spreads
as bluebells fade like ghosts away,
and bow their faces to the dust
and hedgerows sing and daisies dance,
and grass leaps up because it must.
It’s then in pink and white and red
that spring-time’s maiden green ...
Sunday 10th June 2012 7:29 pm