Poetry Blogs (2019, dawn)
First, it is only that the tree
is more a presence
less a shadow
beyond my window
then other horizons
light their resting clouds
with a subtle pre-dawn glow
that slowly sets the first gold sun glint
on each high branch above
against a new pale blue sky -
will dawn chasten my succubus
end our companioned time?
that half-felt fragile warmth beside me
seems to s...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 9:34 am
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
Before I go
Let me drink this rich wine
Let me sing my delight
This gold red dawn has promise:
vibrant with the cold sun
vanishing valley mists
leave damp spider web to shimmer
mistdrops on the long reeds
and ungathered lawn leaves
against the muted green of wet grass.
This amber morning has perfection:
wonderfully wooded leaf tints
Monday 22nd October 2018 3:01 pm
I will gladly be your beacon,
or equally the hand you hold
in the moments just before the dawn
you fear will never come.
Thursday 4th October 2018 9:42 am
to golden leaves of beech
from my bed
as airdew clouds over the hedge
rise and vanish
as the eastern horizon above the valley
is lost, sunk
beneath dawndrifts of mist
not yet warmed to fade
beneath the clear blue sky;
the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,
cool promise as
the cusp of the...
Friday 28th September 2018 7:56 pm
This is a commentary on living, when the living is hard.
Dawn has come to smother the light
in my house.
As I douse the candle's flicker
its feeble flame shines at the window,
lifting the road beyond
into patterned pathways, glinting
in the early bright;
the soft rain of midnight's darkling succour
is almost gone.
It will return tomorrow, u...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 8:54 am
A thought awakes me,
and I cling on to the memory of a loved one.
Bird song, faint but swelling,
catches at my heart,
as I pull up the blind revealing the world below.
Light beckons me,
and I press my face against the pane.
I gaze, long and hard as if searching for someone.
My breath mists the glass, and I wave it away,
"Here I am".
Without a sound spoken I have woken...
Thursday 21st September 2017 3:26 pm
A city awakens,
stumbling to it's feet.
A chorus heralds the next day.
Bin lorries screech and wheeze into movement.
Delivery vans close their double doors with a shudder and roar,
A shouted greeting cuts through the air.
Cars appear, footsteps multiply.
City life increases it's pace and we continue,
keeping abreast lest we fall,
Thursday 21st September 2017 2:54 pm
I find that I must live in a world
Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,
And between many a dawn and its dusk,
The only reality lies in love.
To be in love in that first dawn
And in the dusk, was to feel the sun
Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,
Reality lay only in the other.
And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing
but dawns and dusk and ...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 3:37 pm
among the blades of grass
Damp with dew
Clamouring with anticipation
of a new day
with its hues of pinks, blues and
smiling white clouds
was born to be seen
and exploded silently
All the better to listen
The fields cooed one by one
Even the surliest of trees
blinked in th...
Tuesday 1st March 2016 5:17 pm
Our hotel - a hermetically sealed bubble of glass,
concrete and polished floors,
is chilly and anonymous.
But as dawn blossoms quietly
we approach the Jewel of Agra.
A grieving husband remembers
with a monument to love:
the Taj Mahal.
It radiates a powerful aura of peace,
delicate and glowing
in the silver light.
Birds flit across the roof
and I stand,
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:05 pm
Dawn is naked and alive
pirouetting in the street outside
she is a broad grey sky, endless above
It's not rain...
just some foggy spray licking windows
a coat the building wears
a metaphor I cannot interpret
all irony is groggily lost on me
yawning with my whole body
struggling with the load of memory
I'm oiling daily
So maybe I should stay indoors
get the fire going, boil the kett...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 11:27 pm
As the sun beats down
on another glorious day,
the blackbirds are singing
in their sweet little way.
The world is still
and my mind is at peace,
how I pray for this stillness
as it offers such release.
The sky so blue
and clear overhead,
the world still in slumber;
tucked up in their beds.
Dreaming of worlds
with strange designs
and, for now...
Friday 26th June 2015 9:19 am
The road seems eternal with colorless blobs surrounding its path
With little to look at leaving me fearful and uncertain
It twists and turns as if a blowing curtain
The moon sheds some light
Too weak to guide my way
It sits and awaits to be chase by the sun
And reveal this dark world around
So I will follow this road till tomorrow
And begin once again
On a new horizon's...
Monday 13th October 2014 10:26 am