Saturday, 30 December 2017

Shapes In The Sky


I Love watching the bird dances in flight.





Shapes In The Sky  -  22 Dec 17

Birds gather in the afternoon
Telling of the best food
Sky dance
Making shapes in the sky
To point the way home
As night approaches







The dance can be hypnotic.


Friday, 29 December 2017

Wind Wings


When out walking have you felt the feather touch?





Wind Wings  -  21 Dec 17

Touch
Feathers pass
Wings of wind
Take thoughts to journey
Beyond this world
Travel sweetly
Again







Sometimes I hear the wings too.


Thursday, 28 December 2017

Watching The Night


This almost qualifies as a slightly surreal poem.





Watching The Night  -  20 Dec 17


Waving in the gentle dream
A hand touch
The night watching
As the stars awake







Only slightly surreal.


Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Prism


Seeing clearly.





Prism  -  19 Dec 17

Splitting light
Into we
Seeing us
What we are
In the prism
Of infinity







What more is there to add?


Tuesday, 26 December 2017

Evening Stream


A soft Love song today.





Evening Stream  -  18 Dec 17

Slow drift of evening
Carried by the stream of thought
I have a gentle reverie
Of times together
Waiting to go back
Into that Lovely place







Soft and sweet, just how we like it.


Monday, 25 December 2017

Shining


Another modern HaikÅ« today.





Shining  - 17 Dec 17

Reflecting the stars
Shining in my thoughts
Dreams of her







YOU know who her is.


Sunday, 24 December 2017

When I Close My Eyes


This poem is another of the "Five Thousand Miles" sequence.





When I Close My Eyes  -  16 Dec 17

When
I close my eyes
I see you
Five thousand miles
Are nothing to thoughts

A whisper in my ear
We talk
Miles melt
We are together
In each others arms







It is good to get back to these.


Saturday, 23 December 2017

Thinking Of


I Love the way my brain works.





Thinking Of  -  15 Dec 17

A remembered place
Where we rested
For some moments
Thinking of it
Takes me back
I start to think of you
And the circle is complete







Memories which may or may not have happened.


Friday, 22 December 2017

My Life


It is indeed my life.





My Life  -  14 Dec 17

In her hands
Controlling every move
She takes me
Molds me
Shapes my life
I become hers







But just a little bit more.


Thursday, 21 December 2017

Eve


A mildly surreal poem today.






Eve  -  13 Dec 17

The eve of otherwhen
Now surrounds us
Takes us
To worlds where
Impossibilites
Are commonplace







Look around to see the impossibilities.