Poetry

Sitting on the porch Morning waves to passers-by Simple joys remain.

Surrounded, this beautyCaptures my glance;Small flowers, garden pathsEnfold me, entranced. Wealthy beyond the ken of men:To the East, great hills;To the South, the sea;To the West, deep river;To the North, tall trees. Giddy with joy,I twirl and I twist;Falling deeply in loveWith beauty’s sweet kiss.

Passion on the hilltops; Passion in the sky. Azure-gold-grey-satin-white Cavorting patchworks leap and vie. Crows wind in wide circles Cawing the dying of the day At the cliffside and in the valley Violet-yellow-green mixes with red-black-grey.

Cast out amidst the fields,As sun approaches zenith.I wander to wander:Nowhere to go or to beExcept pounding this cracked earthWith eager footsteps. Without guide or map,Mounting each new browPromises unforeseen treasures,Unfolding secrets of the land. “Come forth,”She beckons.“Come run with me.See my garmentsGreen and flowing.Put […]

Furry patchesBlack and whiteTugging and tearingGreen strands rentFrom baked earth. The congregationStand, sidle, and saunter;Others lie mute,Passively chewing. Distant, placid gazes;Gentle, timid souls.A herd resting in midday sun,Undisturbed, simple, serene.

A clap echoingInto boundless spaceSo vastThat no sound disturbs. All ravings and rantingsOf my feverish mindHalt with abundant, flowingSilence. Confronted with peaceAll gradually sinks to restAn inner wealth glowsAs a million treasures delicately whisper my name. A tiny hoverfly fans its wingsA breeze breathes this […]

In midsummerWe laughed and playedBuilding rooms with wallsOf dried, cut grass. That summer lastedBut a few weeks, a few days, a few hoursYet in a radiant chamber of my heartIt shines out for evermore.

Mother’s love Like warm sunshine Upon my face Like a gentle breeze Caressing my skin Like the earth beneath my feet Solid, dependable, steady Like flowing water Bringing life wherever it goes.

Tarmac drive Leading to uneventful building Trees frame left and right Long road stretching either side Holding mummy’s hand Or someone else’s perhaps? Banal, boring, bland And yet so vivid So memorable A snapshot in an early mind A lone sparkle Glimmering in the dark […]

Gravity’s pull Belly to earth hands reach for sky motional dialogue fumbling feet push up and tumble down until one day… stand up proud walking tall walking far walking free