Is it really a new beginning?
Or just a start to another finish.
I suppose it could be a way to a means.
Or a means to an end.
Or maybe just an ending to another new beginning…
Only time will tell.
Friday 1st April 2022 3:18 pm
Seashells and wave echoes
swirled and laughed in the emptiness behind my eyes.
But now I have let them go, sent them away,
unlocked the door and set them free.
The remaining empty space is vast, but quiet, and soft.
Yet never truly empty despite my best efforts
for when I’m not looking, the wave echoes return to roll around the edges of my inner space
Sunday 20th February 2022 10:51 pm
Who is he?
This man I only know up close?
Does he know me? And if so,
who is this woman, this me he knows?
We have an odd situation, he and I, like a fantasy played out on a stage,
a performance, a curtain call and
I know the up-close, the heat, the physical
yet when I see him from a cool distance,
I don't know him.
He becomes someone else with someone el...
Saturday 12th June 2021 2:21 pm
They sit in piles on my bureau,
stacks on end tables and desktops.
They stand in rows on shelves and are silent.
Each holding its own unique secrets.
I can hear their silent words, and
feel their thoughs pushing against their covers.
They wait and are patient.
A wealth of knowledge standing by
always steady in their thoughts, never changing their minds,
dependable and st...
Friday 11th June 2021 1:36 pm
June's warm daylight comes
My thoughts of him linger on
June's nights are lonely
Tuesday 7th June 2016 10:08 pm
All is peaceful and still and then, in the back of my mind
It travels like a wave, slipping silent over my head and
Around my heart where it stays and waits.
But for what does it wait and for how long will its
Patience last before it leaves me for good?
In spite of these uncertainties and my fear of its leaving again,
I still welcome its coming.
Monday 6th June 2016 5:15 pm
Sunrise lover from
Soft, warm darkness.
Light filters in at sunrise and
Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling.
As the room brightens, his form slowly comes into being,
Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.
Smooth, soft, dark and lovely.
I lie with him, my face resting against his.
In the half light I can just make out
His eyelashes, resting on hi...
Saturday 4th June 2016 3:50 pm