Month: August 2019

Down (lines from a pier)

let me share this sunset’s end
though not beyond the distant hills
but here upon the ebbing sea
let me give these colours names
which dance like fierce tiger flames
across the bay they seek to capture me

Mountains

his mountains were not mountains
they were distant cloud banks
yet still he sought to climb them
and look down on those black ranks
of smoke and grime and rain drawn streets
that nurtured not his dreams
but high up here in these white peaks
even long held darkness gleams

Untitled Haiku

they painted green trees
but could not fool the swallows
nor halt their exile

Tilioideae

how lovely ’tis this summer’s end
that I my silver days should spend
under lindens full of bough
these golden hours with thee now
and even as the autumn calls
the leaves from this avenue to fall
no thoughts of winter do dismay
the shined perfection of this day.

Signpost

drawn on her pelvis
the image of a pawprint
marking my journey

verse without a poem

a breath of heather
blending
with the music of the pines
and suddenly
what was once wish
is in these arms of mine.

Map

she sits atop a mountain of my making
and swims deep in the seas of my desire
on the shores of memory she’s waiting,
waking in my reveries a fire.
I travel through this dreamscape I’ve imagined
and on each landmark she has left her form
her shadow painted over every passion I recall,
rendered ways that lead me to her dawn.

Fair Grounds

remembering…
walking expectantly
through turnstiles
of reminiscence
each event
dripping neon
the perfume
of candyfloss
and stale beer
a kiss, a kick
a rumble
a fumble
sighs of passion
and regret
all indistinguishable
with time
each attraction
either sanitised
extrapolated
perhaps dramatised
to remain memorable
after visiting
so many yesterdays
roller coasting
through queues
that go on
almost forever
others broken
beyond repair
soon to be forgotten
and demolished
to make way
for tomorrows.

Partial Poem

exposed to you in naked lines
I draw from worlds I’ve not made real
save for the cosmos of my rhymes
a universe of verse revealed
read each word on tender lips
that they find life beyond this mind
the inkstains on my fingertips
made flesh and blood for you to find
let each sound roll upon your tongue
in syllables imagined kiss
for from these words desire is wrung
in hope’s release, unscripted bliss.