Playground

This poem grew in the very early hours of this morning, around the midnight hour seems to be a favourite time for Muse to tap me on my shoulder and request that I start to write. Just as well I am normally awake then...





Playground - 26 May 10

She paused
Watching me
A subtle smile
Played across her lips
Hinted at a kiss

Playing
With my mind
Teasing
Only a little game
Her eyes told me
But she liked
Playing

She wanted me
To join the game
Emperor to her
Empress
Lovers in our World
The Universe
Our playground

She offered her hand
Warm and inviting
Said...come with me
I reached out
Took her hand
Looked deep
Into her eyes
And saw
The playground awaited





The playground is open to all...

Gentle Hand

Another of the poems which started unexpectedly but required a little coaxing to bring it to some kind of completion. It is a little more 'free-form' than most of the poems here but...well, see what you think.





Gentle Hand - 22 May 10

And time rolled by
Waves across the sand
Stirring my imagination
With a gentle hand

Caressing me
Holding my thoughts
Wrapped in velvet
Cradled in silk
Perfumed
With your special scent
Your essence

Music playing in my mind
Draws an ancient memory
From a resting place
Into the light
Where an examination
Will show
The scars and smiles
In equal measure

You reach out and take it
Into your hand
Smile into it...breathe into it
Give a little kiss
Make it so the pain can fade
Shine the smiles
Then put it back with
Another kiss
To keep it company

Along the strandline
Two pairs of feet
Mark the tide
And trace
The memories
Where imagination has laid
A gentle hand





I sometimes wonder where Muse finds these ideas to feed to me - other times I realise that they are hiding just beneath the surface of my mind.

Waited

Another poem that grew unexpectedly while listening to a song and a couple of words caught my attention particularly strongly, Muse insisted that it was written straight away and I now present it here.





Waited - 20 May 10

Waited...
I have waited
For longer
Than you know
For longer
Than I care to rememeber
For you
To be beside me

To walk together
Hand in hand
In the way my dreams
Have shown me
To look upon
The mysteries of dawn
Of sunset
And in the candlelight glow
To look upon our mysteries





The mysteries of Muse - also something special for me.

Arachne's Thread

Sometimes just reading something will trigger a response in me and a few words can also trigger a new poem to form in my mind, such was the case today when the few words brought this out.





Arachne's Thread - 18 May 10

A single strand
Lifted from the web
Eternity woven
Leading into the
Wild land

Arachne
Gave her permission
To take the thread
Guiding the way
Through the
Labyrinth

Moon...
Lighting the way
Beyond the centre
Into another world
...offers her hand

Step
Forward
Explorer





I have walked a Labyrinth...the experience is as powerful as this poem indicates - more so, perhaps.

Let Me...

From just a few words spoken to me, this poem simmered in my mind through the night and I woke with it nearly complete...a few moments more and a cascade of words later it was birthed.





Let Me... - 16 May 10

Let me be your sun
I will kiss your hair
Stroke your shoulders
Warm you with my love

Let me be your rain
To cool you in
The summer heat
And wash the dust
From your feet

Let me be your breeze
To caress your cheeks
Stroke your neck
Ruffle your hair
Run with you
When you play

Let me be the sand
Beneath your feet
As you walk beside the sea
And dream
Of sunsets
And other worlds





"Let me..." an offer that cannot be refused perhaps.

Haikū - 7

A further selection of my Haikū from mid-February for your delight and delectation...





Page

In early morning
talking with a friend unheard
just words on a page


Doggerel

I carefully plan
each chosen word to read, not
random doggerel


Tonic

Her touch, gentle smile
wakens on a dark morning
beautiful tonic


Friend

A splash of colour
among the drifting icons
a friend wanders past


Loneliness

Loneliness takes hold
in my mind, leaving nothing
crying in my sleep


Elsewhere

Elsewhere and elsewhen
we played our games, here and now
we hold our love close





I had intended to post five Haikū but felt that I couldn't just leave it on a sad note with 'Loneliness' so the next in the sequence was added.

Woven

This poem was birthed after I read the line "weave your love..." and I heard the loom start to clatter, I had to stop what I was doing and write it down before I was allowed to continue with my other stuff.





Woven - 13 May 10

Strands of silver
Combed gently
From the Moon
Strands of blue
Washed by
The sea
And woven
Into a tapestry
That shows
An inticate pattern
Of intermingled
...Dream...
...Reality...
Where one ends
And the other begins
Is never clear
Even the Dream Weaver
Cannot see
Or be certain
Of where the boundary
Runs

Come, let us see
If we can trace
The strands
To see which is yours
Which mine
Or if they are truely
Shared
And ours





Another poem born from a few words gathered almost at random - when Muse says write it is a good idea to listen...

Your Hand

This was written in response to a lovely poem I read, I felt that an answer was appropriate and this poem was birthed.





Your Hand - 11 May 10

You offered your hand
To me
To guide me through
The dark places
I had to endure
You brought your light
Into my life

Now I can see
Where to place
My feet
So I can move forward
Even though
I may not know
Where I am going...
I go
In safety





I am really hoping that more poems, like this one, are birthed soon...I like where this is leading me.

The Plain of Dreams

This poem grew suddenly from one line that caught my eye, it took about fifteen minutes to be complete and I present it here, now.





The Plain of Dreams - 10 May 10

On the Plain of Dreams
I sit, waiting for the sunrise
The images I carry
Still scattered about me
Mostly viewed
Some unwanted
But some
Still wrapped
Maintaining their mystery

Wondering now
When I will get permission
To open them
To reveal
The promises contained
Within

I hear the whisper
...not yet...
And I begin to grow
Impatient
But I will keep my
Patience
Till permission is granted

The sky is pale
The sun not far behind
And the horizon
Begins to flame





I would like to say thank you to my Muse for all assistance given - without that help, life would be so uninspiring.

Haikū - 6

Sixth collection of Haikū for the archives...





Real?

Finding what's real
in the things that I am told
all or none - who knows?


Eternity

Waves measure on sand
eternity with each move
our time together


Whispers

Whispers from the depths
carrying thoughts and feelings
expressed in Haikū


Halfway

We walked in forest
leafy canopy cover
she met me halfway


Dreams

Our dreams taking us
half way to eternity
...we go further now?





More to come before too long...