Lost and found II

Hidden in small corner
I found something I'd lost
saved me there the hardship
of counting up a cost
for it was something precious
I hold dear to my heart
and which when separated
felt at loss when there apart
So now it's found I'm happy
reunited once again
continuity rekindled
as together we remain

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Perched on iron flowers

Perched on iron flowers
they swoop and flutter by
as, quiet behind my window
these little birds I spy
Still, I hold my camera
my pleasure cup to fill
to capture this fine moment
my breath, a whisper still

Yesterdays

I gathered all my memories
lest they faded to the past
No melancholy there
but I wanted them to last
For collectively they’ve shaped me
into what I am today
Precious to hold onto
as my tomorrow’s seize the day

Kintsugi

 I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me

–Charles Bukowski

And now, for a time, I must find the parts of me I’ve lost, and glue them back into a new whole. Kintsugi, finding beauty in imperfection; the art of precious scars. Perhaps I’ll mend the broken edges with gold this time.

 

Of rust and gold

And to these days
when all I hold
is flecked with rust
or painted gold
I know which of
these I prefer
So to the gold
I will defer

Sunshine have I

No.1 of 8 in ‘The Sunshine series’ from Jemverse

On a train as I travel
at the start of a day
There was a bright sunrise
but now it is grey
There may well be rain
from the overcast sky
as the train speeds me onward
and we hurry by
But I’m not bothered much
as I’ll always have sun
to hold and remember
as each day’s begun

Diamond Days

Some days are diamond
the sea and the sky
azure blue with the sun
up there on high

Some days are damond
more precious than gold
when a sunshine embrace
brings me in from the cold

Pictures II

Do you have a picture
one close to your heart
Capturing a moment
from which you cannot part?
Perhaps it looks like mine
though I have many, truth be told
Ones I will keep with me
Until I’m very old

Virginia Red

At the end of my garden
at this time of year
when autumn’s cold hands
tells me winter is near

A little bit of magic

I plucked a little bit
of magic from the air
as it waited for me patiently
in the sunlight just out there
It carried a pure fragrance
which I cherished with a smile
as I put it in my pocket
to carry for a while

Rare moments

Capturing rare moments
bring a soliloquy
even if I’m by myself
‘tho most would still agree
For there’s substance in these words
which rings true with everyone
The joy of finding heaven
is a thing which must be done

Precious

Not for me a diamond
or something made of gold
For I can find my treasure
in memories of old
Just walking through the harbour
where I wandered as a boy
has value beyond measure
and instils in me a joy

Holes

Of all the pebbles on the beach
with virtues to extol
the ones which I love most of all
are those that have a hole

I try to find one every time
as it’s something that I do
And as I’ve lived here many years
I now have quite a few

Remembering

I think that now you would be proud
of all I have achieved
But on that day in seventy-four
I merely felt deceived
I was fifteen then and, waking rude
my sunshine went away
with suits upon the doorstep
on that dark and painful day

All Mine

 

Etched like an engraving
the sight of the sea
is something I carry
always with me
‘Cos it’s inside my head
that’s where it’ll stay
Safely where no-one
can take it away

Wonderful Design

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Do we appreciate how wonderfully we’re made
Bodies designed allowing us to give so much
From physical, mental, even spiritual things
We never know how many our lives may touch.

Precious days again

 

And this morning I have made resolve
As precious days are these
Too few to squander, waste away
A circumstance to seize

You Should Know

If you want to see your worst critic
Just take a look in the mirror to see
We know our faults that may not show
We imagine a better person we might be.