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Love Left Rusting In The Rain
It boded well in summer
Blue skies and endless sun
When love adds sheen to
Bright days of endless fun
Seasons change like people
Happiness replaced by pain
Dark skies hiding sunshine
Love left rusting in the rain
Whispers like soft breezes
Promises of undying bonds
Magic painting hot dry air
Like fairies waving wands
Easy to envisage our bliss
...
Thursday 5th November 2020 10:59 am
Blow wind blow
Strong powerful it hit the shores, sea waves crashed over sea walls
Powerful determined to be free. Death total rising trees falling.
Thunder lightening flashing the sky. Tin cans and dust bins pass by.
This storm out to destroy everything in its path and beyond tonight.
Rain lashing down, drains can't take this water, we have floods now
Its worse than a monsoon feels like a TV f...
Sunday 9th February 2020 11:15 pm
The Sterling Castle, 1703
The sands move
brushed by moray tale
shivered in clouds
by a sole's shy shift
the currents stir
shaking silt
to mist the sea
to settle -
moving time
over an old log reel,
clearing the centuries
discovering old timbers:
dead ribs
reaching up to past waves
offering their history
to the naked shipworms.
As the crabs scuttle to explore
as stars cree...
Tuesday 8th October 2019 12:13 pm
Good for You
Good for you,
found your flow.
Good for you,
got that healthy glow.
Good for you,
navigating storms like a willow.
Good for you,
used your pain as fuel to grow.
Good for you,
no more living on tiptoe.
Good for you,
no longer afraid of the scarecrow.
Good for you,
escaped the tornado.
Good for you,
found your rainbow.
Good for you,
taking time to...
Sunday 26th May 2019 9:10 pm
The Sailors' Homecoming
There is a time
channel mists behind, we sit at anchor for the tide
then in the early hours the Thames pilots board
and - slowly for the mist still lingers close to land -
we move up river reaches, take tugs and find our lock
to gently nudge our way between the barges
until we are tied up again in Albert's dock,
derricks swung and hatches open -
and I am free
Again,...
Thursday 18th October 2018 4:31 pm
Storm Watcher
He watched the leaves float
in the pond
windmoving on the surface
drop-pitted by rain,
leaves, orange-brown against the black depths
He watched the leaves stick
to the patio
wetgluing to the slate
slickened by the storm,
leaves, orange-brown against the black stone
He watched the leaves move
on the trees
wildwaving off the branches
leafstripped by t...
Friday 12th October 2018 2:25 pm
Write HOPE on your arm!
In the recent storms and typhoons, I heard advice from US police to people not evacuating to write theirnames on their arms as it might be the only way to identify them. This somewhat brutal advice inspiredthe following rather apocalyptic poem - if you look closely I hope you can find a message of hope!
Run for the Hills
Write your name upon your arm,
On your sleeve tattoo you...
Saturday 29th September 2018 9:27 am
The Navigator
Once I plotted my course
on nautical charts -
I used the sun and stars
to fix
my position in the world
Once my ship sailed the seas
by my compass course -
I drew lines on a map
to guide
me through far off seas to port
Once I was the pilot
steering from the bridge -
But she altered my course
loving
m...
Thursday 26th April 2018 12:24 pm
Adrift
They see me
Without a word
Through the sea white mist
Slow silent slip away
They see me
An empty vessel
Adrift from my moorings
Fading to the horizon
To move, like night, from sea to sea
They see me
Haze distanced
Lost to all and love
Hull down, alone
Eternally to drift
To tide or current whim
Sometime becalmed
Drifting
Sometime storm blasted
D...
Saturday 10th March 2018 4:35 pm
Winter Town
This is my vision of a certain cast of English village (not so much in springtime).
Winter Town
March winds stir listless eddies,
fluke in tired gusts over thin pools,
flare through fields of stubble
then flag, exhausted, sour and wheezing
from the blowing day;
coughing, rubbing arthritic fingers,
cold as a church bell sounds the hours.
Spring will be late this...
Saturday 23rd December 2017 3:13 am
Three Haiku
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
Grey Skies
Shades of grey paint happy faces on my thoughts
As the cool breeze sets my mind on chill
Flashes of light brightens the beyond
If only for a moment
And that moment sits and simmers for a lifetime
I’m at the most calm when there’s rain drops
When everything else slows down
And the dust in the air dissipates
Senses are charmed by those rain drops
Inhibitions lose thei...
Wednesday 6th July 2016 11:46 am
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