Braced people face the sea

The beach with a wind
and the taste of salt
As hair whips from face
and braced people face the sea
looking into spray

The beach with a wind
and the cry of a moan
As breath is caught and taken
and braced people face the sea
chased by falling waves

Circle Tree

After the rain the
circle tree curled
its branches deep in the wood
Caught out attention as we passed
as to kindred spirits it should

Really really big

Three thousand people
In Brighton last week
met Brian to talk about space
Not a seat there was free
it was thrilling to see
with excitement right there in the place

The screen on the stage
was the biggest I’d seen
and when filled with the cosmos out there
It filled one with awe
with the things that you saw
and the wonders that he had to share

All is white

I wrap up warm
against the cold
I feel it now
I’m getting old
There’s white on
everything around
The air is crystal
n’er a sound.

Aspects of Gold II

Part 2 of 3

On the footbridge returning
from a day on the beach
there’s a place where I stand
that’s within easy reach
to envelop myself
in the colours I see
and gaze out in wonder
as it falls around me

Aspects of Gold I

Part 1 of 3

Golden the sunshine
Drips from the sky
To the water below
As sunsets come by
And the river just glows
To this golden encore
As I’m caught in the moment
With wonder and awe

Two Feet

these waves
they give
robes of shine

these waves
they bring
knights in sand

Canvas

So here is a canvas
and here are my words
crafted with pen
I paint pictures of life

WOMEN

First published on my blog,www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on March 9, 2016 in honor of International Women’s Day, 2016. This poem was also a part of my “52 weeks journey with the letter “W”, an weekly poem for 52 weeks starting with a word with the alphabet “W”.

Women
Wonder everyday
Where would we be
Without them
Mother,sister,beloved,lover
Wife

Lichen Green

And along these brittle winter trails
with barren branches here
The green reminds as lichen still
retains a festive cheer

Mother Nature (7) – Passion

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

And what better way to finish
than upon a note of passion
Passiflora with its Latin name
for horticultural fashion

Mother Nature (3) – Bluebell

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

For day three it is the bluebell
another flower of Spring
which with new growth in April
many promises will bring

Mother Nature (2) – Forsythia

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

Day two and it’s Forsythia
which gets a special mention
for ‘yellow’ has to feature here
and was always my intention

Mother Nature (1) – Lavender

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

And today I start with lavender
my favourite by far
Its colour and its fragrance
to which I am particular

Berries Red

These berries red, they are so bright
and vibrant in the sun
Resplendent in their colour
now December has begun
They grow here in the same place
that I see them every year
And never fail, I’ll have you know
to bring a sense of cheer

Mother Nature’s Gifting

With yellow sky, the sunset
was something to behold
A panoramic spectacle
tinged with flecks of gold

The Yellow

Underneath the canopy
the yellow on the ground
the changing of the seasons
as autumn comes around

Redwood

The tree was so majestic
and very, very tall
So when I stood beneath it
I felt very, very small
The mass of green above me
with branches spreading wide
overpowered my senses
and I felt small inside

Orange Two

Seven colours, seven days
Orange follows suit
The second in the rainbow
it really is a beaut

It’s right there in a sunset
at the end of a long day
A testament to wonder
in every single way

Joie de vivre II

Don’t let me sit inside
when there is sunshine to enjoy
Fill me with the wonder
that is out there to deploy
Give me the enthusiasm
to be out there on a whim
just lapping up the atmosphere
with an expectant grin

Caught

I am caught in the grip of wonder
The balance and symmetry of mathematics
The glints and sparkles of a spiders many eyes
The shimmering dance of subatomic particles

Oval

The amazing oval ceiling
of the Corn Exchange in Leeds
Once famed for giving merchants
a place to barter seeds

Because we can

We’ll walk on the beach
at low tide on the sand
as dusk descends swiftly
and everything’s grand
With the lights from the city
out there to the East
Shining bright like a beacon
for a visual feast

And if I thought…

And if I thought the sunset view
was a lovely sight
Just imagine my reaction
when I saw it later at night

Life

Words, they became mountains

Mountains, they became words

Eyes, they grew into silences

Silences, they grew into eyes

Nest of Wonder

fires, they gleam in rings

on your fingers, molten in amber

winds, they clasp as chains
on your eyes, in hollowed homes

snowfall, dance in buried silence

your feet, dream of voices to hold

waters, they clink as fireflies do

your heart, drip thoughts in the dark

Chiaroscuro Moments

The light, the beach, the evening sky
The rain across the sea
The far horizon rainbow
simply overwhelming me

Lisbon 36

It was thirty six in Lisbon
when we climbed up to St Jorge
An eleventh century castle
built by Moors above the gorge

But it was cool beneath the olive trees
inside the castle walls
taking pictures of the things we saw
and marvelling at it all