Monday 30 November 2015

Curtains


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.



Sunday 29 November 2015

Lost Colour


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.


Saturday 28 November 2015

Silent Space


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.


Friday 27 November 2015

Dream Clast


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.


Thursday 26 November 2015

Darkness Shine


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.


Wednesday 25 November 2015

The Point


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.


Tuesday 24 November 2015

Missing Stars


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.


Monday 23 November 2015

Hibernation Desire


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.

Sunday 22 November 2015

Spinning Tales


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.


Saturday 21 November 2015

Star Song


We have always known the words.





Star Song  -  02 Nov 15

In the limitless dark
Of space
The song of the stars
Rings out
Clearly
We sing along
We are made of
Star Stuff
And we know
The words





Sing up.


Friday 20 November 2015

Movements From A Wish


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.


Thursday 19 November 2015

Forgotten Kisses


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


Wednesday 18 November 2015

Painted With and other micropoems


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.


Tuesday 17 November 2015

Talking To Myself


Sometimes I really wish that I knew what I was going to say.





Talking To Myself  -  29 Oct 15


A mystery conversation
For I never know
What I am going to say
And neither do I

Waiting for the words
To catch up with
The thoughts
To explain what they mean

Thoughts prefer to play
Hide and seek
In the forests of the mind
While words form random sentences





So often what I say comes as a complete surprise to me.


Monday 16 November 2015

Sun And Moon


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.


Sunday 15 November 2015

Visible Thunder


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.


Saturday 14 November 2015

Once Dreamed


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.


Friday 13 November 2015

Autumn Woodsmoke


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.


Thursday 12 November 2015

Closing


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.


Wednesday 11 November 2015

Slivers


More a thought than anything else.  Brevity in Soul.





Slivers  -  23 Oct 15

Between darkness
And the morning light
Lie the slivers
Of conscious thought





Philosophic concepts sometime grow here.


Tuesday 10 November 2015

Days Of Summers Past


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.


Monday 9 November 2015

Folded


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.



Sunday 8 November 2015

Traditional [Acrostic]


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.


Saturday 7 November 2015

Autumn's Silence


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.


Friday 6 November 2015

Rain Blanket


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.


Thursday 5 November 2015

Dark Skies


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.


Wednesday 4 November 2015

Some Days


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.


Tuesday 3 November 2015

Whispers In The Sky


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.


Monday 2 November 2015

Pillow Of Stars


An invitation to the dream.





Pillow Of Stars  -  14 Oct 15

On the bed
Rest
Relax into sleep
And let
A pillow of stars
Light your way
Into dream





Sleep and then drift.


Sunday 1 November 2015

Sparkling Naughtynss


Another poem in an occasional play on words sequence.





Sparkling Naughtyness  -  13 Oct 15

An invitation
To a playful time
Just some fun
Glittery sparkling
Where no harm is done
But anything goes
And only the elderly
Strait-laced
Relations would disapprove
And call it
Sin till late





And before you ask the spelling in the title is intentional.