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Night

A poem

Photo by Timothée Duran on Unsplash

The sky has long since darkened
rest calls out to me in deceit
I lay myself to go to sleep
yet slumber refuses to take me

I turn and turn to find comfort
it is there, but body and mind
cannot find ease, too bruised
the body keeps the score

It’s true I love to sleep, the escape
from my physical confinement

my body ails and fails me
yet dreaming does not come for me

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October

A poem

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October ends my grief for summer
It heralds cold weather and darkness
Some days are sunny and mild
No playing conkers as I did as a child

This year the trees are still green
September was wetter than most
but the clocks will fall back
short days start and end with black

An in-between time for me, then
neither warm but not yet truly cold
will I feel the seasonal sadness
I would give it up with much gladness

Transition is this month for me
hoping still some flowers to see

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Haiku String

summer brings rainstorms
cobwebs hang on stems of plants
a change in mood

thunder rolled across the sky
night was noisy day is blue
breathing was hard to do

scent of blooms linger still
fading with the lower sun
sadness is now a friend

No sign of autumn yet
a change to rain after heat
where do I find myself

honeysuckle sweet is fresh
perfuming my pathway
stillness is a way to wisdom

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Tapping Feet

A poem

Photo by Leon Liu on Unsplash

Skilled and taught and talented
Her feet in in one motion can produce
Several taps, and her feet flash
With great speed

Lithe and slender but every muscle toned
She remembers dances by heart
And the smile on her face is of sheer delight
As she performs to a mesmerized crowd

As one do the feet of the dance troupe tap
One sound made in the tap soled shoes
Their arms softly move up and down, side to side
There’s no better dancers in town

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Tiny Feet

A poem

Photo by Juan Manuel Sanchez on Unsplash

When you were born
I held your tiny feet
Such narrow heels
And long toes

Your long fingers
Your bee sting lips
Your birth blue eyes
Now softly gree
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Tiny Birds

A poem

Photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash

Rounding the corner, I scared a tiny bird
who had been chasing a white feather
nest building, lining it softly

Other birds chatter in my silver birch tree
calling out news and flights to my roof
the underground fungi has started saplings

Flowers are blooming, ending and budding
color continues in the garden, 
not mine-
it’s owned by the creatures who make it their home

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White Orb

A poem

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O Moon, you hung in daylight
white, bright an awesome sight

Sun shining behind me caused view
of you, high the sky so blue

You were large, brink of full
and the harbor is ruled by your pull

Faint clouds crossed your ghostly face
wind is up and the air does race

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Hot Day

The air is fresh now, and clean,
gone is 
the sultry, moody sky
that carried a veil of humidity

Stroking our skin with wetness,
leaving a languid erotic sense
aware of our bodies, but lazy

Touch was work, the air heavy
love was easier to speak than do
but now we make love easily

Languid, we lay on our bed, sweat
glossing our skin
, tracing salt on tongue
but after the rain, love is energized

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If Love Should Come Again

If love came to stay again there would be no fairy tales
No speak of sea and oceans, rivers to cross, sun or rain

No huge great mountains or journeys from afar
But 
everyday life to share, watching stars

I would love you whilst cooking or digging the plot
Our love will be shared while we search for a sofa or so
And if we met in a meadow or council flat stairs
We’d still know we’re in love and doubt it not

If we drove a Roll Royce or an old banger with rust
No difference it would make to our mutual trust
If we lived near a swamp or a place with a view
I’d be happy, my sweet, to share it with you

There would be no stardust or magic at all
Except that which we make in our love on our own
And the spell that we discover in each other’s soul
Will be like 
the garden we’ll share at our home

Our love will nourish us if we are far apart for work
And homecoming will be a celebration each time
So journeying on in the passing of days and nights
I’ll be so happy to know I’m the jewel of your heart

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Canopy

These trees are old and cover my path
a canopy of leaves and branches
edging the schoolyard, the gate also covered

I hear children laughing, carefree play
running, chasing, catching balls
through the seasons the canopy changes, like me

Now, in summer, leaves are green and cool it is below
when Fall comes many colors adorn my way
and I tread on leaves of gold

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My poem, Silken Ribbons, got an award…

I always pretend to hear whispers of our world,
yet my mind always drifts towards that open void,
reflecting on kisses that undress the ache of my scars,

unfurling sorrows as if silken ribbons.
These will never wither,
but will be absorbed by you
when low moments come to mock.

And as time settles into evening,
your shadow will hang itself from my core.
And with sighs quivering between my lips –
my spirit will wrap itself around warmth of your body.
And when you stroke your fingers through my hair –
you will feel each aching breath of me.

Published in The Lark Written 2005