A Walk

 

Close your eyes and come with me…

Slow we make a post noon stroll, warm cobbles underfoot

Our gazes drawn to blue framed buttered skies

Fingers clasped, sequential flex of calm

Faint memories of a sticky sweet, remnants licked to fade

Copper stirs and dripping gold; the laze of winding turns

A feast of melting terracotta swirls that meet no corners end

Gulls calling from a merman’s palm, singing for  their time

His eyes wide; an endless crest of passioned constant

Riding on a gentle breeze

Enough to carry the mornings scent, and tickle the stray carefree

Skin enraptured, hours we walk

To place our wrists on marble cool, drenched cascading purity

Pulses felt, veins thick, momentous clarity

And distant chimes that kiss our hear

A welcome song of still

 

(fragments of one of my walks in Rome pieced together in a happy mess of memory)

Truth Sweet

Treacle

Dripped the longing

Mirrored curve of silver

Holding to the known reflection

Spoon bound

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  www.cinquainfevah.wordpress.com is a site where I join some wonderful writers in a fever of cinquain, and where this poem was originally posted

Five Gogyohka

Dandelion gaze

Splintered star of boldness

While peruse the orchid does

in cream spilt quiet

as colours burst a whisper

~

Buttercups and daisies

Sway to meet a mellow kiss

and sun soaked curls

Whistled white

Flicker on the breeze

~

Forget-me-nots

They plead their case

While snow drops hang their heads

Peeping through a dew

of sympathetic sorrow

~

The bare soul of the soil

Where roots drink merry chaos

Curling through the core

on an air ridden chorus

of mud gloried melodies breathed

~

Cherry spent

A stone throw

With a  dripping stain of sweet remorse

that curls on lips forgiving

for its lick of bronze ideals

Beauty in the Sieve

 

Trickled treat
Seasoned not
Honeyed run of fancy
This flighty spin of web
Light on lava melt
Sweet slips
A coat of amber
Shedding pins
Kneading rolls
Beauty in the sieve
Unnecessary

 

~

One of the poems I wrote for the February issue of Tuck Magazine

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Pinned

 

Saddest sight
A butterfly pinned
Her flight stalled
In motion taken
Crimson fade
On royal blue
Flecked sienna burn
Her majesty
Is grace defined
Caught
Her moment true 

~

 

 

One of the poems I wrote for the February issue of Tuck Magazine

www.tuckmagazine.com

A Dream

 

 

Painted gold, a dream

His shine I couldn’t smudge

And yet my fingers tried

In a lazy trace of his smile

Singing a song on his lips

Writing each note on his skin

A pitch of quiet, rise and fall

Breathing a sigh to his melody

 

 

 

 

Sometimes it’s just a bench, but then other times it’s a bench where you sit with me

Sometimes it’s just a stone, a wind chime, a picture; other times it’s a fragment of the essence of you

Sometimes it’s just a Sunday, but then other times it’s the day you flew

 

 

 

For Her, to Him

Chestnut piled in wisps, high

Milky way, curving line

A swan’s neck of grace

Delicate the almond dash

Once, twice a spiders kiss

Rosy splash, life permeates

Scarlet tips lay claim

An open gift she bears, for him

Hopscotch Trickery

 ~

Too busy gazing upward

Hopscotch trickery

Blinded by the midday blooms

Colliding with a smile

On a heel clipped encounter

~

Inspired by the photograph above ‘Just a Little Push′ by Buddha Rocks for Day 7 of the Buddha Rocks Project hosted by Evelyn

http://fillingahole.wordpress.com/

You can see more photographs by Buddha Rocks on his site here

http://buddharocks.deviantart.com/gallery/

Earth Bound

~

A crying sky paints golden tears

Clear, the veins run deep

Grey, the path still trodden

Tired earth distilled

 

~

Inspired by the photograph above ‘leaf drop′ by Buddha Rocks for Day 6 of the Buddha Rocks Project hosted by Evelyn

http://fillingahole.wordpress.com/

You can see more photographs by Buddha Rocks on his site here

http://buddharocks.deviantart.com/gallery/