Forget-me-notsI thought I might find you here;Forget-me-nots1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No surprise to me
That you wander silently,
In a place of old memories
And consecrated grounds
With the long dead beneath your feet.
Erosion takes away the heart-felt words
That were once carved with family pride
Lost names and remembrance in stone.
You have no fear of the ghosts
Where now nature and time reclaim
Whispering gently in pale blue:
SouthamptonLate morning came slowly;Southampton1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creeping over a distant tree line,
Where the pigeons met the seagulls
With the remains of the old docks
And fragments of a crumbling quayside
Rise up amongst the buoys and mud banks.
Saturday rowers disappear to my right
Then a reversing yellow digger
Interrupts the coastal quiet.
Urban darkThe light faded outUrban dark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To mustard, ochre sky.
To deeper sepia dusk--
And then finally indigo,
With the twilight silhouette
Of the urban landscape sprawl
Reaching upward with rooftop fingers,
Then becoming blended almost completely
Into the dark clouds that bubbled up
And rose into the new night darkness.
Personal godsIn your own arrogant head,Personal gods2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You lined up your personal gods;
A pantheon you alone created --
Other beings that you could blame,
For every one of your human errors
To keep you from blaming yourself.
I won't be a sacrifice on their alter
And certainly not one on yours.
Guilt.The confessions faltered my heart,Guilt.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you spill them so casually;
They eat into me,
Hollow me out--
Becoming doubts perched upon my shoulders
That evict both the angel and the devil.
An echo of who I remember me being,
I'm a trusting fool
As you change the subject,
And avoid my eyes.
Will I be a future guilt on your list?
Looking into an empty glass; I wonder,
Do I have anything to admit?
I meant every single 'I love you.'
--But I don't think you did.
Southward and back...The slate and blue of the skySouthward and back...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faded into soft gold flames
Meeting the orange of the road lights,
And the red of the tail-lights ahead.
Goth and Viking amateur removals
In the front seat fuelled by doughnuts,
And a dreamer asleep in the back;
Summer finally unboxed from Winter storage,
Bringing with it motorcycles and tattoos--
And the enticing fingers of shoreline.
Beachcombing for scuttling sea-life and shells,
Lost postcards, rusted cans and seaweed in abundance.
Assorted flotsam and jetsam and shipwrecks,
The salty barnacle crusted taste of the sea air
Becoming a memory down the highway;
Melting like the strawberry ice
This mornings wish...I didn't make the bed this morning.This mornings wish...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pretend in my rush,
In the early half-light--
Of still drawn blinds,
And shaded lamps,
That the stack of cushions and pillows
That I'd spent the night cuddled into--
And that remained hidden
Beneath the warmth of quilts,
And sumptuous velvet throws
Were you-- still there, still sleeping.
I slipped into my latest disguise
Of polished shoes and interview clothes
Then took a moment to curl back up;
Eyes closed and embrace,
Rub a cheek along fabric.
Imagine a kiss
And then slip out the door.
ChangeableAbove me the breeze pulled the trees apartChangeable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a scattering cherry-blossom confetti,
But my third finger remained un-banded.
Proposals would never fall from your lips
I am fooling myself with that thought--
There is snow on those same winds
And already the chill of a thousand winters
Creeps unwanted into my heart and bones;
With a sudden downpour driving me indoors
Weather and feelings so very changeable.
Lips.I adore the wicked stroke of your smile;Lips.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lick of your words as you spill them,
The upturned bow of sensual lips--
That I find pouted in defiant promise,
And spilling vulgarities coquettishly,
Or making the most innocent remark
Sound so very devious-- near nefarious!
When you whisper it against my ear.
Stonework and TattoosSuperstitions in mind,Stonework and Tattoos1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pulled images from above;
Tugging them from high in the stonework
To be recreated with needles and ink.
Far less permanent than the masonry
Supported by shoulders not buttresses--
But I'm told the body is a temple;
So I choose inked guardians
To ward off evils and watch my back.
Hawk-eyesYou have hawks eyes;Hawk-eyes7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tilt of a head this way and that,
As you scrutinize me.
I half expect talons in my back,
Vulture-like you take time,
Picking at those little things
That you see as my flaws--
But for all your budgerigar nature--
And time spent before a mirror,
You fail to see the bigger flaws
That are all your own.
Early November.The late songbirds lament the final passing of Summer;Early November.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the corpses of fireworks lingered here and there,
Fallen into yards and streets with the leaves burning
Like the still smouldering fires that lit up the nights before;
A celebration of infamy with pyromania and explosives.
ForestryYour frail twig-like frameForestry7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And befuddled mind at peace;
Committed to already hazy memory--
A kindness in the saddening loss
Of another fragment of a generation,
And another branch hewn away
From the living family tree.
Autumn Childhood.Autumn was always my season.Autumn Childhood.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This year, the wind just seems a little colder
And the aches a fraction more acute.
Nostalgia taking on the shapes
Of a carefree childhood--
Those seemingly indestructible days of youth;
Hours of blackberry picking and apple scrumping,
Bramble scratches, skinned knees and rope swings
Tree-houses, chestnuts, playgrounds and bonfires
All longed for again with the taste of toffee apples,
Home-made pickles, pies and walnut cake,
As thirty years get left behind.