Poems

Early morning,Sun shiningThrough the curtains,I dreamt of California.Warm air, bright light,Tall redwood treesScreening the forest floorFrom the heat.A river, fast and clear,Water tumbling, noisily,Through rocksOut of Yosemite.Mountain passes,Blocked by snow.Death ValleySearing in the sun. A home, back yardCovered by decking,A shaded placeTo sit and talk.A jigsaw, on a table,Part finished,Waiting for the final pieceThat will…

Mischa asked ‘What is a poem?’And I saw A young woman,Back in the Sixties,Bag on her shoulder,Low slung jeansAnd sandals,Smiling to herselfHead high,Fluid, Free,As she walkedIn the sun.

Before I learnt to control my feelings I used to feed off others Especially anger When someone close was angry I would think it was directed at me Then I would eclipse their hurt With my own Instead of receiving sympathy They suffered my pent-up rage Without proper help To recognise and understand The power…

Standing on the deck a companyresplendent in naval livery salutelittle ships and dinghies re-enactingtheir loyalty willing to respond for king and country bringing homeheroes to live and fight again the company of greed and twistedlies go hand in handdenying honesty, corrupted by power The company we once shared decimated again, living under showersof a poisoned…

Ethereal wisps are thoughtsthat drift in morning mists and sit on the river whis-pering mysterious tales. There’s a ghost of a chancethat you might catch a glance of souls passing that way,there’s a ghost of a smilethat’s caught once in a whilewhen memories brighten sad eyes

An empty boxSitting on a shelfFilled with memories.I see it every day,Take it down sometimes,And hold it,Feeling its lightnessBut keeping it shut;Afraid the memoriesWill escape. Childhood streets,And alleyways behind,Sandy beaches,Sun warm on my skin,People I’ve known,Secrets I keep,Flown away,Gone,Like photosExposed to light,If the bareness inside,Is revealed. One day,Someone willTake it downAnd look inside.But by thenThere’ll…

The sky turns pink, then blue “Wake up my love , we’ve got so much to doI’ll bring our morning tea for you”Lilies scent our bedroom with their bloomsMmmmmmm!We haven’t needed suite cases for so long This metal one looks OK and strong Careless scramble for whatever we can findStruggling to escape our To Do…

I hear what you say.You say it everyday.I’m not going to forget.No way ! Just my mind.Is not kind.So please remind.What you said ? So I get the shopping right.The list I can write.Bread white.Milk light. I’m confused can you say it again.Sorry to be a pain.It’s just plain.My memory has gone again. Roger P…

Night is a dark foeSleep the bus that never comes Listening to the sound of my heartBreaking cell by cell If I’m not carefulI will remember the tender you You should now beOnly a size of a memory Dwindling… Not still toing and froingIn my hearts chambers But dwindling….

Whatever I use, work with or play, Do I become “it”, the more I practice, How I become accustomed to it? Especially when travelling along – A bumpy road, or path. The more I cycle – The more – bit by bit – swap places With my bicycle and myself! Or, is it just drunkenness…

Just five days ago I saw my Mum, Recommended to do so by a work Colleague, or you’d regret it! I was only there by her bedside In the nursing home – About two hours away by train – Door-to-door – I don’t drive! For about ten minutes at most: Very distant – eyes open…

Home Queen Little in the way of jobs. So with ten living and sharing your home. Little time to be alone. You are the matriarch the queen.  The spring from which all edicts flow. The hub at the centre of the family wheel. Your word is law. Even the children respect your reign. Wanting your…

Amongst coconut palms and fallen husks.Chomping on the grass and nibbling the odd shoot.There appears to be a sheep.Here in the tropics ?Not what you would expect to see or hear.A bleat or baa!It’s true. My eyes do not deceive me.I continue to stare at a Hair.So is it a Barbados, St Croix or Katahdin…

Summer moves on through to Autumn. Long gone the Spring bloom and the blossom.Bees buzzing, doves cooing and chicks squabbling.Long gone the ducklings dabbling. Gathering of the Harvest is complete. Bales of straw gathered for the Winter, stored all neat.Bedding, feed and animal heat.Days grow shorter and wetter.Nights grow longer and colder.Green and yellow leaves…