August 28, 2014

 

 

He was intent

my thought process

to invade;

to cut short the muse

within my mind.

 

But I content,

no acknowledgment

made,

and did flatly refuse,

without being unkind.

 

But still intent,

persistence he

did keep;

his fingers waving

as if at will.

 

So I did invent

a most dishonest

sleep,

until his fingers dropped,

and lay quite still.

 

 

 

 

 

and worry came,

as if a shroud,

and touched the heart

of one so proud.

 

and irony came,

as if a cloak,

and laughed at life

as if a joke.

 

and power came,

as if a force,

and retribution

did endorse.

 

and silence came,

as if to say,

let all bitterness

fade away.

 

 

 

Oh moonsong

lamenting at my window;

what wants you now of me?

 

Oh moonsong

chanting by my window;

in peace leave me to be.

 

Oh moonsong

fading from my window,

behind the citrus tree.

 

Oh moonsong

return again next morrow,

so alive, I know, I be.

 

 

 

 

 

…and like potatoes

that are boiled,

but not enough;

the meal now spoiled.

 

A few more minutes

on the job,

won’t hurt the palate

or the hob.

 

 

 

 

Salvage from

the situation,

tokens small and

light in weight.

 

Plant new seeds

of expectation,

til buds appear

with stems so straight

 

Begin again

with realisation,

that heavy burdens

all are spent.

 

And to conclude

the finalisation,

smile and wonder

where grief went!

 

 

 

 

 

When always on the

back foot relying;

a retreat in place;

a safety net.

 

When always ready;

a dash implying.

A repeat of pace,

where freedom met.

 

 

 

 

In reverence to

the one who knew.

The pattern formed;

the hidden clue.

 

The recipe;

the witches brew.

The format worked;

conclusions drew.

 

In thankfulness

to one who flew

the nest, in search

of morning dew.

 

The knowledge gained

by one who knew,

survivors path,

where skies are blue.

 

 

 

Oh, today was as good

as any day I recall.

I watched a caterpillar

moving, at a steady crawl.

 

I heard the bees humming,

busy at their work.

Not away from duty

did one of them shirk.

 

Oh, today was as good

as any day gone by.

I walked indoors

to the aroma, of apple pie.

 

I saw a table laid out,

with just two place settings,

and a candlelight glow,

against the window nettings.

 

Oh, today was as good

as any day I remember;

with autumn so close,

we are nearing September.

 

So quiet the streets,

free from the day trippers.

And the dog saying ‘not yet’,

as I moved towards my slippers!

 

 

August 18, 2014

 

 

Never known such yearning:

Never known such force:

The only chance to see you,

completely blown off course.

 

Never known such anguish:

Never known such fear:

The time was dead against us,

though we felt your presence near.

 

Never known such feeling:

Never known such power:

We did our best to reach you,

but missed you by an hour.

 

Never known such sadness:

Never known such woe:

Our paths, they failed to meet,

but still, we love you so.

 

Never known such adrenalin:

Never known such urge:

The odds were stacked against us,

but by god, we felt the surge.

 

 

 

And now the time

is coming near,

I dread the loss,

holding back a tear.

 

I now realise

my only fear,

is being alone

without you here.

 

But life goes on,

and you must grow,

and follow your dream,

and wild oats sow.

 

And greet the world,

you’ve yet to know,

where lesser men

have dared not go.

 

So leave me child;

You have my blessing.

My broken heart,

I am caressing.

 

Uplift your spirit.

Explore your mind.

Knowing you are loved,

by those left behind.

 

And never look back

with a pang of guilt,

when deeply engrossed

in castles you’ve built.

 

Just spend your time

doing as you please;

My sorrow, in time,

I know will ease.

 

And this transition time,

that had to be faced,

will be good for us both,

with new ideas embraced.

 

As we both discover,

that the power of love,

is an invisible bond,

on the wings of a dove.

 

And knowing we have

each others full backing,

will make up for any

tactile feeling, lacking.

 

And with chains now broken,

you are free to fly.

And with my blessing,

reach for the sky. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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