Summer Rain

July 12, 2018 at 7:36 am (Poems) (, )

Summer rain gambols
nimbly through tree tops,
Dodging snapped twigs
And the detritus of a summer
With moisture at a premium.

Summer rain plays
Tunes on thirsty leaves
Teasing their turned up tongues
With the promise of refreshment
Then running hither-thither.

Summer rain dances
Down summer bark
Rescuing hardy shrubs
And crisp hot grass
catapulting off cobwebs
And wetting our faces
turned upwards, to the sky.


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Lemon Balm

July 6, 2018 at 8:14 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Lightness of touch
Emanating from a demijon
Mapping out the months
Only ready when summer is done
Nectar of lemon filling the kitchen.

Beauty and simplicity
A regular beat as yeast dances
Lively fermentation
Making our tastebuds tickle.

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July 1, 2018 at 9:50 pm (Poems) (, , )

Ghosts swaying

to an inaudible

song, shifting

between worlds

we choose not to speak about.

Listen to them sing.

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June 29, 2018 at 11:42 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

So sad to learn, today,
A friend has passed away
Her generosity
was limitless and free.

So much was in the sandwich
She bought to class one day
A present for this teacher,
Who loved her quirky way.

So sad to find her absent
When she was always here
Exuding bubbly humour
Which got us through that year.

So many fates were twisting
Our children grew and changed
Relationships departed
But our friendship remained.

So long, my favourite student
You’ve graduated now
The Alumni of the heavens
Will welcome you – and how!

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Half a Pace

June 29, 2018 at 10:40 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Must all in nature
cut corners? Keeling over:
losing its balance?

Food killed and left
Tears shed in destroyed cities
Compassion undone?

Slow down half a pace
What will I do with this day,
that is of value?

Looking around us:
Always something we can find
to make the world smile.

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Dance with me

June 28, 2018 at 9:55 am (Poems) (, , , , )

When I do crazy things
You don’t have to know my reasons.
I could have lost my way,
Or, maybe I have found another,
Which you find hard to fathom.

When we were children
You wanted to be my friend
Because I saw things you wanted to see, but couldn’t.
So I would lead you, blind, but happy,
Through the realms of imagination.

You moved on, but I still live here:
It is no less appealing,
So dance with me, if you wish.

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June 21, 2018 at 10:41 am (Poems) (, , , )

shifting & snagging
creating & ruining
simultaneously approaching & leaving
directional & meandering
lifting, caressing, drifting
distracted, focussed & eager
coating, cleansing & clearing
one & everything
out of nowhere, everywhere
carving routes to another place.

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June 19, 2018 at 8:06 am (Poems) (, , , )

Girls with thick lashes
Kissing boys with moustaches
Rocky relations
Under trowels of foundation
Beautiful children, insecure and afraid
Hiding behind expectations we made.

When the fear bites
When the tears sting
When they’ve tried too hard
They simply remember we asked them to fly
and then they don’t feel …

and we wonder why.

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You know what?

June 13, 2018 at 7:43 am (Poems) (, , , )

You know what?
Stop sour-graping at your
counterparts, like an overipe extra,
in a soap opera market place.

You know what?
Stop being a bad potato.
There’s a famine going on
in our front rooms.
We are being stacked against
each other and it isn’t
looking good for our shelf life.

You know what?
You know what?
The stress word is a
construct, to make us
think we are faulty goods.

And while we are rotting
on life’s shop floor,
they laugh at us,
like gods in a supermarket.

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Bathing in Motherhood

June 11, 2018 at 6:43 pm (Poems) (, , , )

Lying in shallows

Letting waves wash over her

pregnant young body.

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