Rippling in the gentle breeze. Curtains - 11 Nov 15 Curtains drawn across The sky Shutting out the pale sun Bringing a comforting Darkness Into the day And all we see Are the slow moving Ripples Of the curtains Ripples in the sky.
Searching for something which can never be seen. Lost Colour - 10 Nov 15 All my life I kept looking Searching The colours never Seemed complete Always something Missing Yet caught by The corner of the eye ... Lost again Except as a hint.
Time to listen. Silent Space - 09 Nov 15 Whispers were louder Than a heartbeat And the wind took them Scraped them across The ears of those Who would listen In the silence But the spaces In which the words Should be heard Were empty and silent And nobody listened Just to find out what the wind is saying.
Future dream archaeology. Dream Clast - 08 Nov 15 Rub together Friction Wearing off the points Smooth Forming a new dream On the ground Scattered The fragments Of dreams Which did not fit The scheme One day Someone will look At the fragments And wonder Who dreamed those dreams
Clast is the sediment remaining after erosion. Visualising dream archaeologists scraping around in the remnants of my dreams.
This poem has just a hint of "limite surréaliste". Darkness Shine - 07 Nov 15 In a darkness Devoid of stars Silence reigns Temporarily Then the call Goes out Paint the sky with diamonds Let them shine Watch them shine.
Cornwall in autumn and winter is often beset with low-flying cloud. The Point - 06 Nov 15 Mizzle Rain without conviction I walk on puddled streets Across autumn's discards Wishing there was a view Cloud scrapes the ground I can almost hear it Mizzle Muffles all sound The point of this walk Is almost lost But when it is clear the views are wonderful.
One of the problems of this time of year is cloud. Missing Stars - 05 Nov 15 Night sky Emptied Stars in thick dark Cloaks Day star Shrouded Washed from the sky Rain upon rain Cloud is also a blessing because it acts as a blanket and the world stays just a little warmer.
At this time of the year the desire is very strong. Hibernation Desire - 04 Nov 15 Not yet totally dark Street-lights scratch my eyes Moon and stars Blur my vision I withdraw under the blanket To extend The darkness Warmth and darkness of bed is very inviting.
Fireside myths ~ passing the stories on to the next generation. Spinning Tales - 03 Nov 15 Stories woven At the fireside Loom of myth Threads of history Intermingled With the spice Of fantasy The tales Keep us entranced Till the fabric is complete Then we ask For more And the spinning Threads Begins anew Often the best way to learn.
Another musically themed poem based loosely on the structure of a concerto. Movements From A Wish - 01 Nov 15 First movement Setting the theme Laying the intent Running with a hint Of a kiss Invitation Motif and movement Smiles embroidered With kisses Slow movement Emphasised By a jewelled breast Rising and falling Gently Calling me to you To complete the movement Together Completing the harmony We built Quite surprising how many of my songs feature kisses. Well, maybe not.
Memories of some things are surprisingly transient. Forgotten Kisses - 31 Oct 15 In a quiet afternoon Crickets sing Reminding us Of days long gone But the memory Of kisses Has faded Beyond recall Kisses are usually not one of them
Because "Painted With", though complete, was so short I decided to include some other poems from my archives. Painted With - 30 Oct 15 Painted with Fragments of memories Chemistry - 25 Aug 10 I remember, once There was a girl, played with my ... Chemistry [oh yes] Circle - 25 Aug 10 Distant bells sounding End of day, coming of night Eternal circle Shift - 25 Aug 10 Always, shift happens Often when least expected But that is the fun London - 26 Aug 10 City memories London says come to me now ... but I have been there Hope you have enjoyed this selection.
Memories and thoughts of now. Sun And Moon - 28 Oct 15 I recall the times When I would go to bed After talking with you And the sun would Light my way to sleep Now the Moon Keeps me company As dream surrounds me Both of these images have a certain Magic.
Another observation in the night. Visible Thunder - 27 Oct 15 Rolling across the rooves Full Moon paints A silver trail Between black branches Leaving black ghosts Scattered everywhere In the thunder of moonllight Before you question the spelling ~ "rooves" is the old spelling and "roofs" should be pronounced with the "v" sound. I rather like the old ways.
Dreams create reality and grow from there. Once Dreamed 26 Oct 15 Once dreamed The images of you Permanently Etched into My thoughts Holding you Holding me We keeping the dream Alive Once dreamed you are Never forgotten The reality formed from the dream can be so wonderful.
While most people use smokeless fuel a lot of traditionalists still use wood-fired heating. Autumn Woodsmoke - 25 Oct 15 Gentle breeze Wafting A haze of blue Across the land From fireplaces A touch of smoke From the autumn Wood There is something rather romantic about a log fire.
That time of year again when autumn starts to merge into winter. Closing - 24 Oct 15 Feeling the change Winds growing colder The year winding down Dark earlier in the day Window closed Against the night Also against the cold Of the day Everything is little darker and colder.
Delightful memories of summers. Days Of Summers Past - 22 Oct 15 Weaving of warm winds Carries with it A memory from the years Crystals of clarity Each an image Of times When days held Different thoughts And all the futures Were new Yet to be explored Those memories Still brightly shine Future memories are built the same way.
Playing with the folds in the wind. Folded - 21 Oct 15 Taken by the wind Folded into unexpected forms Corners making edges Allow the wind To voice What it has always wanted Wrapped in plaintive sighs Folds again and again Words spoken Into the night Carried by the wind Edges allow the wind to talk.
Another acrostic offering. Traditional [Acrostic] - 20 Oct 15 Touching certain things Rarely opened Across moments Diversely whispered In thoughts where Tenuous ideas hoped for In secret while Offering a suggestion Not accepted All traditional ideas Left to grow I do enjoy the wordplay required by acrostic poems.
Triggered by a random comment about how quiet the day was. Autumn's Silence - 19 Oct 15 The silence of autumn No twittering birds Feeding Even the butterflies Have ceased Their endless whispers Within weeks three butterflies who had been hiding in my office requested that I let them out. Coincidence? I think not.
It is that time of year again, dark and wet. Rain Blanket - 18 Oct 15 In the shelter of the rain Wrapped in a blanket of water I feel nothing Just the drops Rolling down Cascading Making the blanket bigger Trying to hide under the blanket.
One of those "it cannot be autumn already" type of stories. Dark Skies - 17 Oct 15 Cloud wraps the sun Fake twilight Throughout the day Blue is a wistful Memory Faded by house lights Washed by yellow In the dark The darkness fills the day.
I guess we have all had days like this. Some Days - 16 Oct 15 Some days Just happen Without prompting Or pushing Some days Have to be dragged Kicking and screaming Out of bed I try to coax them but sometimes they still scream.
Just listen ~ you may hear the whispers too. Whispers In The Sky - 15 Oct 15 I have heard The voices whispering Saying our names A song in parts Interwoven Madrigal In the key of Love The sky carries The harmonies of The whispers The whispers are always present ~ you just have to be open.
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