Thursday, April 23, 2015

Beat


A flower bloomed to fade
Petals spent on slowing skin
Drums in the darkness
Progressive, flowing, throb
Taut, supple, heartbeats
From rhythm to silence
To weaken in the heat of night
And summer begins
After temperate wait
To begin on the beat of growth


Saturday, April 18, 2015

Small


The world is small at 3 o' clock
When I wake upon matressed dock
Ache and discomfort may stir a man
When age reveals its painful plan
But learn to enjoy the sojourn at night
The stumble and fall to reach the light
Disturb the dog and make the tea
Wonder if this happens only to me
Bring needed rest to my wearied soul
To sleep through night is my dear goal

Friday, April 17, 2015

Records


 
A vinyl revival is reported today
For some of us it never went away
We cut adulthood upon this black stuff
It was just about music; and it was enough
Formats changed and the world moved on
The noise of scratch and pop, long, long gone
Modern music is not really for me
The digital WAV and the dreaded mp3
I need something physical to actually touch
Mechanical and analogue we can love so much
And soon the young may come to understand
Why pay to see a masterpiece only on demand
When you can hold the original in your hand
Music's commerce was always pretty shameless
And format wars proved very good for business

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Dance


The lily pad grows upon watery field
Sits atop the glimmer and highlight
And the fly dances over these vapours
Skims pearlescent water like a kamikaze
He does not lament any lack of frogs
For he is safe to try acrobatics unhindered

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Secrets


What secrets some keep
In vaults buried deep
Perhaps jewels of history
With new owners of mystery
And the necessity of needs
Sprouts from bitter seeds
What we covet and desire
Lights an insatiable fire
And of a loss you may weep
For things never yours to keep
But nothing can ever be secure
While the world has its poor
Always the truth must be told
That life is still worth less than gold

Monday, April 13, 2015

Pondlife


A fluid skin unpierced by wind
Immobile sheen reflecting blue sky
The pond is hushed now
Silent as a watery grave
Nothing stirs, nor croaks
And where are you?
Amphibious changelings
Flippered mermaids of muddy margin
Winter was kind; spring benign
What malignant threat ensued?
The pond is silent now
Its spring ambassadors absent
And my head argues calm
But the heart is ill at ease
Lest the world is running down
And each new spring is made smaller

Thursday, April 09, 2015

Ghost


I saw a ghost today
In the dimness
I thought it was you
But in another time
And it read my thoughts
To know where to stand
So when I look around
It always catches my eye
To remind me
Honour my memories
Before I go to sleep
Lest it part from shadow
And terrorise the gloom

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Easter Pictures

Robbie being braver than normal
 
 
Wide shot of bridge and dapplement

 
I lay here in the garden looking at the sky the other day
 
 
The first peacock on the heather

 
Moss cushions greening for spring


Monday, April 06, 2015

Robe


 
And slow comes the sunny elven bride
The world is not dressed for spring
Morning robed bare in misty layers
Wefts of night linking slender saplings
But in robes of gold and royal blue
Enfolded about in green elven cloak
She enters radiant as the first morning
To sing to us of her wondrous growth
Even if spring, she is awakening late

Sunday, April 05, 2015

Easter


Easter comes early but not too soon
Mighty music to fade and wither
To sing to us of wondrous growth
Yet the world is awakening late
Under the cool April skies
Bees still sleep on in peace
Food reserves now almost gone
Frogs remain deep in the mud
Carousing and spawning on hold
Their pearls do not like the cold
 No clouds lie upon smoothest sky
The flat blue sweeps away darkness
Onto the shelf of April day
And the morning mist covers all
Like a curtain before a show
Today reveals the magic of creation


Wednesday, April 01, 2015

Rage


 
Exit the hive cloud
Decamp to unwilling earth
Buoyed by swirling wind
Swarming droplets
With icy barbed, sting
Rage upon glass as rain
Then dissipate into night
To burrow into eager earth