Healing Spaces

Tobacco hills and tangerine skies
painting my way across cold memories
with a heart, stoned and stowed away
Practicing the art of self-healing

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For a flower passing

On April seven a flower bloomed
as another faded still
falling silently asleep
Gently passing til
with spreading wide of petals
and yellow for the Spring
The one that bloomed to passing
stood with angels there to sing

At one with the sea

Came to the sea
at its beckon and call
Embraced by its welcoming arms
Knew solace and comfort
The promise it gave
that here I would come to no harm

Tri-haiku XVI (sparkles)

Doors flung wide open
the outside comes inside now
with fragrance of Spring

The stranger visits
looking for a place to sit
Anywhere will do

And its radiance
paints everything golden here
Sparkles all over

Little Yellow

Little yellow dandelions
growing wildly there
And yes, I know that they are weeds
but I don’t really care

Desert Dreams

My soul craves solitude —
a walk in the desert
to collect my blurred thoughts
and so I’ll go on a journey

Dawn Timidity

With mystery there
lurking at the edge of day
and timidity

Encouragement saw
soon a braver face appear
and there the sun’s rise

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I whisper to her
Alone in the dark spaces

Tri-haiku XV (Tuesday)

Tuesdays come and go
This one similar to most
apart from the sun

Exuding brightness
at sunrise today it smiled
with something of Spring

As if to announce
a greeting, ‘Hello Tuesday’
With sun I am here

It’s Not About the Art

It’s not about the art

It’s about taking lines for a walk

Splashing in puddles of colors

And playing musical chairs with forms

Lady Luck

Four-leaf-clovers and a rabbit’s foot
horseshoes, dice, and ladybugs
Such are the tools
of thieves and fools

Together in the Distance

a
gentle
hum
somewhere
interrupts
the still-
ness
of a
lonely night,
and threatens to
distract me
from my
thoughts
of you.

Our Allotment

On our allotment
In the sun
Shadows caught
Whilst having fun
Strimming grass
We laugh and smile
Whilst planting stuff
For quite a while
For this is ours
This little plot
Where we will plant
And grow a lot

Simple Wishes

I dreamt I was waltzing under the shade of a great tree
unafraid as a ghost passed through the garden gate
I caught our reflection, his and mine
in a billabong swollen from the night’s rain
He was more alive than I could ever be

The wilfulness of Apples

A breeze ripples pinkwhite blossom
stars lean down from space

Tri-Haiku XIV (Spring)

Spring speaks of yellow
as sunshine comes to the fore
and life awakens

Spirea whiteness
as April sunshine returns
A nod to winter

In grass freshly mown
Here is the fragrance of Spring
and we are alive

After the Fall

show me what I’m looking for
a reason to believe
after the fall

What Comes Before Silence

Death is not bitter
death is a silence
But dying is bitter.
Dying is hard.
With you,
it was the sound.

It was like drowning,
no detail spared,
in slow motion…

with metastases of cancer
that filled the lungs
and grew, sending out
ghastly spawn to live in bone

Mother’s Day II

Four came back for Mother’s Day
last of March for sun
Late afternoon roast dinner
enjoyed by everyone

Conversation snippets
I listen with a grin
These times with all our children
and the pleasure that they bring

Stonehouse

Brown is the ground
Blue is the sky
High is the peak
Steeply I rise.

Late Night Secrets

betrayal beats a slow drum
stealing life with each to and from
lies undefined cloaked in behavior unrefined
stolen hearts, unrewarded and intertwined

Newcastle-on-Tyne

I’m back up in Newcastle
but am posting a view
from when up here last
As nothing’s here new

Being back in this city
is so pleasing for me
As it’s differs from Sussex
and there’s so much to see

Starry Night

this is a day to be pensive
a moment for quiet reflection
a time to ponder
time

Memories Over A Glass of Wine

You weren’t my first summer girl—
But were the first one to take me over
Body and soul (and OK, I admit, it wasn’t all that hard to do)
But you are the one from the early days I remember

With only a few sharp regrets, since softened by time.

But also rises in me a wistful toast
To our being so young and eager, so serious, so clumsy,
So lost in hormones and music on the radio
Sitting on the lawn under a black sky sprinkled with stars,
Fumbling, clutching, giddy with freedom, while
Bullfrogs’ song charged the humid darkness with need.

In the sun

Sat out in the garden
for the first time this year
Ate my lunch in the sun. It was warm.
Spent a short while
with that sun on my head
thinking this will soon be the norm

Wisdom

Some days I am a lion
strong, proud, fierce
I know no fear
I am mighty

Some days I am a fish
caught, filleted, starved for oxygen
I bleed on old docks
alone

Bedroom Constellations

Loose a bright and strong ray of sunlight,
Wrap it twice, nice and tight around my neck,
And string me up to hang from the plastic stars
That glow in the dark above your bed each night.

I promise not to make a sound as I wiggle around

For Otis

As Otis and Steve Cropper
wrote so eloquently they
Of sea when they were sitting
on the dock of that fine bay
So whimsically I
here in Sussex by the sea
Hum that tune quite often
when I’m sitting peacefully