Poetry Blogs (2016, winter)
The day is to past, the time is to come.
Life would be ashore, kept below a dome.
Wind shall blow and howl, clouds will rise and pour.
Darkness's upon us, light's hidden from roar.
Nature, nature, she is strong and fair,
wild, crazy, she is a must to protect.
Rain drops over us, sun above the air,
quiet, shiny, a rainbow to collect.
Grass has go...
Saturday 24th December 2016 2:27 pm
the calming time
cotton wool squeak
beneath my feet
crisp with cold
cut from ice
nose and mouth
vivid blue sky
the lake cupped
by mountain hands
in a caring gesture
frozen feet deep
covered with snow
the calming time
carried on a
cheeks frost rouged...
Tuesday 20th December 2016 12:18 pm
am a garden.
Greenest grass shoots from my scalp.
tulips tumble from my mouth
Birds flock, Bees beguile, soil
a path from which my bark legs grow
A yellow star shines over me, i suck
growing growing growing
fruit grows, sweet.
fruit grows fruit falls
pink petals plummet
a soil path hidden in soiled fruit soiled sweet fruit
green leaves scatter
Sunday 18th December 2016 10:59 pm
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
Without her I am nothing
Comparable to Christmas with a light dusting
I feel incomplete
I just need to hear her speak
To feel the brush of her skin,
To feel The warmth of her breath as our lips come to a close
I love her to an extent she'll never know
Young lovers caught in turmoil
Only finding hope in each other
I pray to our God that we're together
Tuesday 26th April 2016 1:30 am
Sickly branches spread out from the bodies of comatose trees,
And her feet fall on leaves that have died,
Paper-thin corpses at one with the ground frost,
With each step she feels that she might,
Fall through the earth and plummet for years,
Leaving Welsh winters behind,
Crystalline grass blades stand neatly under silver pink skies,
She follows where the gravelled path snakes,
Wednesday 6th January 2016 11:44 pm