Poetry Blogs (2018, winter)
Kill the winter - Sun shine on
Melt the snow - Reveal the dead
Free the hammer and chisel from the stone
Reveal the ground to free my head
Let me feel - Let me see - Everything stop glistening
Let the melting set me free - Budding branches on the tree
Kiss the world - Breakthrough flowers
Illuminate what’s devoured
Warm the waking - warm the growing hour - Illuminate t...
Thursday 4th January 2018 12:50 pm
The empty stems of the fennel
Under umbrella heads of raindrops
Are perches for the waiting birds
The grey green sage leaves
Glow crystal white in the frost
Moss grows where the branch
Leaves the trunk of the bonsai
Its ruddy leaves falling
Amongst the yellowing leaves
A single crimson rose bud perishes
Yellow leaves have fallen from the dogwood...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 10:53 am
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
Back in 1995 I seem to have been a whole lot angrier than I am today! And more lost. But there's certainly some energy here.
Lost when your eyes are too wide,
lost when the sky
shouts high notes
when it should be whispering;
lost when the fires die.
Lost when complete strangers
give you the finger and grin,
or when the beer and the noise stop
Sunday 12th February 2017 2:55 pm
white, ashen, charcoal berms
to the left
to the right
everywhere in sight.
pulling at it's lead
owner nervous indeed.
hot steamy mustard stains
pains to walk around.
disregarded rides peaking out,
entries frozen shut.
mukluk, brogan, boot impressions
paint the path.
naked saplings fractured,
boskage leaning on each other
like bashed r...
Thursday 9th February 2017 3:28 am
Snowy night in
The early spring—
Winter heavy upon
I see your figure
Approaching in the dark,
A silhouette in the snow
Against the lantern lights.
Inside, the house is warm,
Though I stand below the lintel
Watching your approach and
Feeling the chilly breeze.
The sight of you
After the long season
Of longing separation
Brings a smile to my heart.
You hesitate in the ...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:25 pm
The sharp-toothed skirmisher of January past
passes its knives by her cheeks;
the hillside heralds its shredded brown visage,
winter’s wolf howls the bitter conquest of the moors.
The season of concealing crowns and faces,
of cautious feet across the maze of wilted souls
to reach the lone tree, grey lightning petrified in time.
Frozen into the bark are age and time.
Monday 9th January 2017 4:51 pm
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
“Trees needs jumpers”
Said my thoughtful young grandson to me,
as we weaved like human needles,
avoiding the playfully tripping roots,
during one cold Christmas Eve.
The sounds of snow beneath his boots
like cereal, crunched between milky teeth
“For it isn’t fair,
that Mr Snowman has a hat, scarf and smoking pipes,
polar bears have a furry coat to snu...
Sunday 7th August 2016 7:18 pm
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
December morning awakens for another day
As the snows begin to fall down from the heavens
And you’re standing there in the cold
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
I don’t mind the deep white snow
Because it covers up my insecurities
Hides my human frailties
And freezes away my fears.
Yet, I can’t help but feel a certain warmth when I’m around you.
A type of warmth that helps let’s go of ...
Saturday 19th December 2015 6:31 pm
Lovely news this morning. Just heard that my poem, 'Minced Lies' has been selected by poet, Di Coffey, to appear in the Winter Showcase of publishing house, Poetry Space Ltd.
You can see the ten poems chosen by Di Coffey HERE. Go and have a look.
Have a great weekend everyone.
Saturday 5th December 2015 10:14 am
Just like a flower
blooms in the summer
and dies in the winter.
With nothing but memories left to show
what once stood tall,
Tuesday 30th June 2015 6:24 pm
You come and you go
astressed with the trade winds
Tiny ghost dancer
flows to my head
clear and timed
tastes of sparkling ciders melt in my eye
attempting to leave no trace
I hold the proof of our a-cult
vitalizing movements seize life
breath exits as I consumed you
as glass inherits my soul
timed and clear
breakable in an extraterrestrial se...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 2:30 am
How is it so beautiful, winter?
When I look around outside,
I'm reminded how precious the light,
The smiling sun letting me know
The joy in the white of the snow,
And the blessing of time, and open eyes;
How precious the light in this time of year.
Wednesday 18th February 2015 1:35 pm
Cold at the pump, I rub my hands together,
But, for a moment, there’s nothing there,
And I search for the pockets of my coat,
My breath faces its very death and fades,
And somewhere in the air, I leave it there,
And notice my time is ticking away,
The cold gets in close and I feel the chill,
When I realize I’m getting mugged by it,
And shiver and shudder at the thought of it,
Sunday 15th February 2015 9:49 am
Under an old quilted blanket, starbursts of autumn colors,
We sat, listening to unembellished stories of the past
In the light of mismatched candles placed on flat surfaces,
Throwing occasional shadows to dance on the walls
With a cadence that matched the tempo of her voice
And swept us away to a time when water was fetched.
It was winter both inside and ...
Sunday 1st February 2015 6:53 am
The longest night, the shortest day
The 22nd of December.
The Sun turns into another way
Putting more warmth into the amber,
Into the humans hearts that pray
For love, for peace, for happiness,
For Merry Christmas, kindness…
The Sun has got its own reasons
To differentiate the seasons.
And Jesus Christ birth
On our beautiful Earth
Was also the Suns grace
From the magic space.
Monday 22nd December 2014 5:00 pm
Delirium in winter: the destination of snow
This snow is the dressing gown of fashionable women;
this season is the extreme hunting ground.
I have opened the back of her heart
to find nothing ticking there.
That tree was a mistake lord;
it shouldn't be green.
The walls of my house
are extremely thin.
What is the destination of snow,
it cannot be the wind?
Sunday 21st December 2014 11:03 am
A Wee Dram
The dancing flames lick gently at the grate,
a bottle splashes amber to the glass,
soft chimes reminding that the hour is late,
aromas drift of peat and harsh deer grass,
the smoky mist of morning, with each pass.
The glow of bonfires as I gently kiss,
letting the rich swelling flavours amass
and burn upon my lips, no thoughts but this –
“how can something so bitter bring suc...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 7:21 pm
I ponder the etiquette of nursing a pint
and whether some might find it impolite
if I made it last just little while longer that I
might watch the rain that crawls on the steamed windows
making broken ghosts of every passer by
each of them eager to avoid
catching the eye of the living and I wonder
which one of them broke winter’s heart such as to make it
Saturday 28th December 2013 8:27 pm
It starts as nothing more than air.
The curl of frozen breath or a
hint of smoke collapsed on the wind
icing latent tress laid bare.
Carried through winter's dark womb
of hard silver frosts. Muted snow
a million silent lights, sharp
in the stiffening cold, a harp-
song of hope. Until suddenly
it's obvious. Obvious like
the moon, full on a cloudless night,
Wednesday 25th December 2013 1:05 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
So quiet and peaceful
The monochrome light
shimmering on late
press their agendas
Winter does not wish to
the responsibility of birth
The snow settles quietly
Saturday 15th June 2013 2:46 am
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
Anxiety Care Caring Cocoon Compassion Compassionate Considerate Depression Discover Discovering Discovery Grow Growing Honesty Ice Learn Learning Life Love Loving Melt Mental Health NaPoWriMo Nurture Nurturing Pain Self-belief Self-doubt Self-esteem Spring Suffering Support Supporting Thaw Winter
the sea is rattling bones today
and the wind holds my ears to ransom
for want of a scarf and a hat
she is walking on the promenade
and wants no part of the play
so I am talking to the man on the pier
with the rods and ask
“what’s your game?“
and if he’s lucky
Wednesday 3rd April 2013 8:25 pm
the coldest nights are the quietest
though the litter chatters around my feet
like the arctic teeth of an almost corpse
and the gas settles close to home
glassy in it’s welcome
the trees, taut, still brittle of bone,
clench every desperate sinew
as fleshless fingers on a wintered birch
gnarl a carpal tunnel to the council’s moon
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:31 pm
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
The fog rolls between the war
of winter and sun,
silencing the deafening roar of defeat
as snow becomes rain.
March was always the lion
tearing ground with bitterness,
frost over hope,
but now it’s a leopard
with solar flare spots.
And the fog rolls on
between the divide
of how things were
and how they should be,
but the times have changed.
And the sun rages on,
Tuesday 12th March 2013 10:00 pm
Like a pristine field of snow
you glare back at me and I know
that even with the greatest will
I’ll never get the words to spill
upon your virgin gown.
I want to smudge the ashes of my dreams
upon your frigid, frozen streams
that when the summer sun’s aglow
lap gently with a lazy flow
caressing inspiration from my brow.
Monday 28th January 2013 11:32 pm
belly up, seal-suited, booted and solstice shy
the weight under a sickle curved sky-sail, the icicle smile
of a frictionless fear, wears this glass thin but while
wise in countless ways, beyond the power
of n at least, stays wary yet of the sightless beast hidden
behind the curve
above and below 66.5°, you will find your breath tastes
Wednesday 16th January 2013 6:29 pm
Santa : bring me presents, bring me all I want
Bring me gifts of food and drink and other things as well
Bring me love and a tender heart to beat in time with mine
Bring me warmth with a human touch
Need is not a crime
I don’t suppose you can change my life
But at least you can change my day
And a thing that’d really cheer me up
Is a ride on your Christmas ...
Sunday 16th December 2012 1:27 pm
I walked out on a white world,
I changed within it, as the cold remembered me and let me in.
I stumbled towards the cover of the sky,
And found the corpse suspended in the liquid jar.
I bled onto the soft carpet, and the blotting paper puddle oozed
until it disappeared beneath a new layer of lies.
I was the corpse,
Was I looking at my future or my past?
Sunday 17th June 2012 9:38 am
It’s amazing to watch the frost’s work.
It made the sea side a fairy tale.
The frost’s quirk made the sea not for a sail.
The silence is all around.
For a while the time stands still.
The seagulls can’t swill.
Like in the realm of Antarctica
Throughout the frost, snow and ice
I see the beauty of a paradise.
But! In the next few momen...
Wednesday 8th February 2012 11:55 am
Snowfalls bring me to madness,
I catch the snowflakes with my lips.
Snow! The fluffy and sparkling snow!
Its falls make beautiful all my trips.
I love the snowfalls very much
Though I am not eighteen!
Even at my age as such
Catching the snowflakes I am a teen.
What ever that I am not eighteen?
What ever that I am not so young?
Thursday 5th January 2012 10:24 pm
Blanc flakes nestle honestly outside,
Crisp winds slap almost lovingly,
Heavenly scenery melting suddenly,
All is as it was once before.
Tuesday 27th December 2011 12:30 am
Woke to the
kiss of winter's ache and the
thud double dip and dance
of some kind of animal outside.
A fire burning somewhere.
To you, the blind lady,
winter was just a series
of sensations –
the scratch of a naked branch,
the rain (only colder).
The utter embrace of silence.
This was for a contest on deviantART in which contestants were challenged to describe winter,...
Friday 23rd December 2011 4:10 pm
High up a shuttered window is flung open.
A ‘Splutch’ of snowmelt tumbles wetly to the ground.
I look up and the stick figure scratches madly against the cold clear sky.
He pumps out salvation from every angle,
A body that had long ago forgotten joy,
Now twitches with rivulets of unabashed wonder.
Hope blazes out of his parchment skin,
Friendship beams out of his gimlet...
Thursday 8th December 2011 7:16 pm
Hello and welcome to my second blog. I have a new poem for you this time which was inspired by something I saw on my way home from work recently. Winter nights bring much inspiration when the SAD let's up.
Silver coils glisten against blackened winter night
Penetrating granite fortress walls
A juxtaposition of time and craft
Sparkling with the intensi...
Wednesday 7th December 2011 6:51 pm
Jack Frost silvering the grass,
Crunching underfoot like glass,
Adding to a rider's woes,
Freezing fingers, numbing toes.
Steaming horses tread with care,
Warm breath misting in the air;
In line across a windswept hill
Where their master waits until -
In the gloom they surge and fade,
Strengths and weaknesses displayed,
Ghosts beneath a leade...
Sunday 13th November 2011 3:05 pm
I still gets excited by snow
(Immature for a pirate, I know)
When I climbs out on deck
There's snow up to me neck
As me shipmates all cower below.
I cannot conceal me delight
When I wakes to a flurry of white
So piratin's banned
Let's get them cannons manned
And have the world's best snowball fight.
Lesser pirates do not think this way
When I scream "Let's go out and play!"
Wednesday 6th January 2010 9:13 pm
In poetry, autumn is approaching death.
The mists of receding memory
part briefly in the shortening days
to feed the fruits of wisdom
to admiring young.
The dark night of winter
is a short blight
before life springs forth
again in proud perfection.
Floral beauty and rich crops
have spread their radiance,
fed their progeny, sown their seeds.
Done their job, returned to earth
Wednesday 16th December 2009 12:08 pm
Back in the mid seventies, I spent some time working with a company that specialised in organizing sales based around taking container loads of goods direct to the car parks of large factories so that staff could purchase goods at rather low prices for the day. One time we had a real struggle due to the temperature falling very low overnight. I wrote this while shivering on the van...
Wednesday 29th July 2009 5:28 pm
- 2009 - 2018 (46)
|last 30 days||last year|