Solomon’s Light

 

Who cares
about avoiding cliché?
Your presence is like
a magic patch of sunshine
on grey November days.
When your smile
peeps round the door
there is a bright light and
my fears know that for now
they are beaten;
you are the breath of fresh air
that I crave.

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Breaking Free

Breaking Free

The trick is to know when,
and for those who truly seek to bloom
their time will come.
There will be an urgency,
like a rebirth,
the years of confinement over
and time to take a risk, to burst through,
break loose from safety
of the bud and say
Here I am.

Safe

The garden is a timeless world
with no map;
I simply lean a little more
to the right or left
as did Cezanne
and see it all.
I sit among the flowers
alone but not lonely;
they have become friends,
the kind who stay around,
forgive and maybe even forget,
keep with you
when fear grips and
nothing makes sense.
Bees forage without regrets;

Escape

 

Laid bare upon the grass
this tiny thing,
already viewed as prey
though not yet equipped
for fight or flight,
too much demanded to soon
of a newly formed heart
still rehearsing its beat.

Ingredients – Lanturne Poetry Challenge

Poetry challenge: Lantrune poem.

Hope

followed

by belief

recipe for

faith

Mirror – sonnet

Bevelled edge of leafy flowers and vines
a keepsake that I hang upon my wall.
This mirror that I see before me shines;
it seems the years were minutes after all.
Sweetest face you are never far from me,
memories like a favourite food each day
and in my heart I know I’ll ever see
the way you always helped me find my way.

A Bad Good Dream

 

Eyes half open
you realize it’s morning
and although a dream-soaked
forest of night,
star-scattered moon track,
insisted everything was well
and as before –

Claustrophobia

A bee flies into the kitchen

buzzes frantically, panics,

thrashes against the glass;

outward display of fear

just like the one she

held inside herself for years.

Time to Sing

The tall tree at the
bottom of the garden
is no longer depressed;
I think the birds are
giving her hope.
So very long has she been
winter-sad, standing limp
wearing only grey
unable to raise a smile
or jump for joy
the way she knows she can.

How You

For Theodore, aged 3

How you

made me laugh today
when you brought out a train
to put in a car park we had made
on the garden seats

and how I made you laugh
when one of my cars rolled off
into the hole where the garden umbrella
will sit when summer arrives

Invisible Obsession

My Kindle is like a bus queue
and it’s one that’s very long;
it’s far too easy to purchase a book
when you’re hooked up to Amazon.
It’s now another obsession;
I need to sort it out,
but help for a Kindle obsession,
well, there isn’t much about.
But I may have come up with an answer
for this dreadful dilemma I’m in:
I will imagine every new book that I buy
and decide whether it’s thick or it’s thin.

The Box

The lid remains closed,

every memory in there

coated in powdered sugar

and I wouldn’t be able to resist,

like the bon-bons we used to share

on the seat at the end of the pier.

A Dog’s Bed Is His Castle

This is my bed!
I saw you pay, I heard you say,
This is Jack’s bed,
as clear as day.
Are they a bit dim,
the two in there now
‘cos when I approach them
they just say miaow.

What I Thought Was Mine

Today as I walk
toward hope of a clearer truth,
the one that all the books say is the best,
I will still rail against this pernicious  disease
and go nowhere gently
because I am who I am.

Still Time

 

Today has a different feel to it.

It’s warm enough to open the doors

 and I watch the sun

play a game with spring

though I think winter

is just on a coffee break.

Innocence

I sit beside you stroking your hair,

feel the pureness in every wispy strand.

You tell me your nose is running;

I wipe it with a tissue and

we carry on reading the book.

Haiku – Solitude (rose)

Alone not lonely

watching over all that sleeps

hope springs eternal

Dog Diary – Jack,( Golden “Retriever”) ***

I’ve been suffering from January blues so I thought I would cheer myself up by writing something lighthearted. So here it is – and it’s all true!!

I feel the need to talk about something
I am asked to do.
It’s about why she asks me to sit
before I am given a treat;                   `
it’s not like a biscuit can spill
and surely this particular eating position
makes no difference to a dog’s digestive tract.
It must be so that she feels in charge,
in control of all issues dog related.
I’m okay with it though,
I rather like her to be in charge;
she is the leader of the pack,
except when I want left-over cat food,
then she is definitely not in charge.

STAY – Poetry Challenge; Song Titles

Song titles: Poetry challenge.

Come Back to me
Stay
Donna
Please stay
Stand by me
Always
Lets dance
Let your love flow

Phil Everly

Gone is a legend,
at least in my misty rose eyes;
sweet sugar coated memories,
stylus tip on crackling vinyl.
Of course we would
Walk Right Back
to Phil; who wouldn’t?

A New Year’s Day Thought

The Only Resolution

I don’t make resolutions

because they are never kept.

But this year I am about to make

just one.

I resolve to add to every list

Theo and The Christmas Tree – Christmas Poetry Challenge

Christmas poem: Challenge.

Theo and the Christmas tree

There was a small boy named Theodore
whose age was three years plus a bit more.
He helped decorate our tree
with great oodles of glee
then made off home with more baubles than four!

Haiku

Blossom on a tree
and it’s almost Christmastime
doing her own thing

Cinderella – Christmas poetry challenge

Christmas poem: challenge.

I look at the Christmas cake
I have made;
it looks sad, undressed.
Majority vote,

Disability

 

She doesn’t wear it well,

it doesn’t suit, not her style;

some things just make you look old.

But she hadn’t read the small print –

no refund available,

exchange maybe, if unworn.

Song of Compassion

How weary the tree looked today.

as if a dull ache in

every chilled, naked arm,

joyous acceptance of change

worn thin;

(we all have our moments, well I do).

LOVE? – poetry challenge, monorhyme

Poetry challenge: monorhyme

It arrives as a bolt  from the blue,

feels so good because it’s new

but sometimes it’s lust that’s fooling you

Smiling at Death

Your whole life was wrapped around you

on that day,

propped up on a pillowy white cloud,

a few extra ones, cool, crisp

arranged in a special way,

a privilege for the dying.