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Finding the Beauty in Christmas
Mistletoe by candlelight,
love lined Christmas markets,
shopping centres full of happy couples.
Let them have what I do not,
it is theirs.
But what is mine?
My Christmas must come early
if I am to maintain the mirage of the miracle.
I'll line the markets with an illuminating
indigo light
and bathe in the dreams
that will...
Sunday 11th December 2011 8:24 pm
Home
They say home is where the heart is
and my heart is where the art lives.
So where is my home?
Art lives within us all
and begins an internal/external exchange...
a process
like humanity to trees.
We stop, relax, breathe
as one.
So where is my home?
First Contact was my spiritual home
gave meat and marrow to
broken sp...
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:33 pm
Winter Friendships
`
So many winter friendships
save but a few
thaw with the sparkle of spring.
`
Could this be brought on by S.A.D.? Perhaps...
WIth a bit of trepidtion I am posting this micropoem.
Hope you like :-)
Please make your response or comment on my profile page. Thank you.
Thursday 10th February 2011 1:50 pm
Song in the Starry Sky
`
Sing, through the flowing tears,
And laugh though it aches,
ask again for love in rejection's face
into the sun's first brilliant rays
Peer into that song and hear its heart
take along these raindrops' prisms
let them glow in the dark of night
its tune your comfort and companion
Hold your friend deep within your soul,
journey into th...
Monday 7th February 2011 1:08 pm
Rain in the Summertime
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Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.
Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .
In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
...
Friday 4th February 2011 9:53 am
Two in the Rain
`
two joined, separated
a brother now one
and his brother's friend
a friend that loved
filled that emptiness
that hearth and home
could not mend
one fateful day
their ways crossed
to wayward wend
what tears run streaks
on your redded cheeks
why the furtive pulse
in your eyes it shows
...
Monday 3rd January 2011 2:38 pm
Would you care for tea? (for Elaine)
‘Would you care for tea?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘What kind of tea do you like?’
- and the cupboard swung open …..
shelves of orderly boxes and cans
a canvas of colour and lyrical scents -
‘Black tea, red tea
green tea, white tea?
Citrus tea, berry tea,
apple, mango, peach?
Petals or herbs exotic or common?
Sparkled with spices or flower i...
Saturday 1st January 2011 11:43 am
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