Lily Love

Lily Love

I want to lounge on your satin petals

And stay there until I bleed into

The stain of your passionately

Purple floral trumpet mouth.

Regal fanfare of perfumed glory

Regale me with intoxicating scent

Lure me away from life’s madness

Into the profound joy of beauty.

Word Wonder

Word Wonder

Even with the gaps that we mind

Between words and the signified

Words can weave a consolatory wickerwork 

Around pain, constellating new understandings.

Words can weave their way through warp

And weft of puzzles, riddles and ridicule

And liberate a pathway to freedom -

A word can wield a way where once

There seemed to be none.

Even in a world where they are bent, 

Spun and twisted to fit false, fickle

And fast fleeting perspectives,

Words can bestow the wonder of a truth

Owned, a trouble halved and shared

And a redeeming olive branch proffered.

An imaginary realm where dreams

Can live, words weave a sound around 

The silence, birthing the unsaid to be

Heard and acknowledged. And as this 

Trail of electronic words marches

Across the glow of the virtual page 

To the gleaming sightlines of your listening eyes

So we see and read each other 

As stars passing across times eternal skies.

 

Happy World Poetry Day 2017

Word Knitting

Every word stands poised on gossamer threads of silence

Spinning back and forth between past and future

Waiting to be spoken afresh in resounding tones

Carried on the breaths of innumerable hidden voices

The poets weave words, spinning their silken stories

Into time's tapestry with bony wordworn fingers

The music of their moment passes inexorably into mine

As I sit here knitting with clicking keyboard needles

My tangled ball of wordwool unravels across the screen

Unseen voices glow within the illuminated imprints

Humming within the electronic undertones

Whispering secrets from the great unseen underbelly of existence

What is a word worth, when weighted with this

Great undertow of silent speaking history

What can a word carry, as a coffin encasing carnage

Of colonial conquests and cultural assimilations

A word lives and dies as soon as spoken

Leaving trails of riddled legacies in its wake

Tangled clues left to be traced by today's children

To weave from it their own knotted song

Rooster Roar

Rooster Roar

Flame red crown of crowing glory

Flamboyant flair of rainbow plumage

He strides and struts his rooster stuff

Calling the world to rise and shine

Meet the morning with colourful courage

Roar with radiance in the face of challenges

And rule the roost of one’s realm with dignity

Cock-a-doodle-doo – Rooster calls to you

Rise from the old year’s ashes,

Discard drab garb for feathers new

Release hidden muted songs

With a powerful crow from the core

The dawn cracks across the day

With a vibrant flourish of egg yolk sun

Rooster stands tall to greet the world

His song awakens everyone

Listening to the Rooster - Marc Chagall

Happy Chinese New Year of the Rooster - Gong Xi Fa Cai!

Boxing Day Walk

Boxing Day Walk

Puddle splattered track
Stretching to meet an endless
Azure expanse of sky which in turn
Arcs to kiss the field-flecked earth skin

I breathe in the vast bright inspiration
Of this wide, light vista
My urban charred lungs unfolding
In spirit-soaring freedom from concrete clutter

The spaciousness fills my senses
Only sparse bird call claims my listening
Alongside the rustle of foliage and
Scorched crackle of parched white bark

Whiskery wisps whisper secrets
To winter twisted twigs
Whilst morning sunlight, snared on brambles
Lies cupped in upturned leaf faces

The track trails away
Along hedge browed fields
As I turn towards the corner cottage
Taking what I can of this freshness with me

#APoemADay – Day 30 – Completion - Ouroboros

#APoemADay – Day 30 – Completion - Ouroboros

And so the arc of one month

Touches to reach the edge of another

And the tail of this year will soon

Be swallowed by the mouth of another

And this day is devoured by the dark night

Until dawn gives radiant rise to another

Always ending, always beginning

The circles of time meeting one another

Through today, tomorrow and yesterday

Always turning, always spinning

The movement of one moment to another

Each word marking out time on the page

Dissolving into silence in search of another.

Thank you for reading and being part of my #APoemADay Challenge for November

#APoemADay Day 29 – Love on the Radar

#APoemADay Day 29 – Love on the Radar

Love on the radar

Emanations of splendour

Turn in and tune in

To the soul song within

To experience alleviation

Of life’s altercations

With sweet succour
Of joyful life-nectar