July 20, 2023, Poem
Thank you for giving me reason to rise
You and the Cyclamen flower.
Your tiny coloured learned heads,
Of pink, white, wild lilac or red.
Wait for nothing.
Deep in vibrancy, bright with reason.
You hold yourself through every month
Against the weather of each season.
When all else hang their pretty heads and shiver
Your upright body is the image of hope.
Peeking through the dying stems of other life
that cannot cope.
You, and You, stand faithfully in my dark hour.
Bestow upon me a glimmer for my day.
You rest yourself tall in your tiniest flame,
As you’re seen effortlessly gathered
With your crowd again.
Alone, you stand with equal power.
An example of life.
A little flower.
I drink green tea. I wet my cheek
With a single drop that continues to leak –
And this must stop!
When to crawl from my bed
With the ache in my back, my soul and my head.
Keeps me from wanting to find you.
My dear sweet flower,
You grow in me too.
And even in a storm you grow,
When I try – to justify - my shallow skin.
I could seek more of your hardy bloom
And place the power of your life
In every corner of my room.
Reliable ones’ dependable souls
That poke your crowns through ice and snow
And breathe in all the air around.
Whatever is there, and still you grow.
With your heart shaped leaves and your heart on your sleeve.
Infinitely giving out to me - The joy of life.
I do love thee.
Thank you – for giving me reason to rise.
For brightening my view as I sit and gaze
At the shape of your colour and the life l have made.
The vision of your dance that moves in my sightline,
Gifting your glorious Élan
To my old cloak of shame,
And yet Triumphantly
You lift my hidden spirit
Out from its’ shattered frame.
Come Gather more in my garden.
Let my eyes play, with your upward facing petals
Innately twisting to curl your display…
With modesty - you stay - in your favourite spot
Under the shade of a tree.
Your kindness reaches me
And there you watch me fall,
In love with life
Because of thee.
July 20, 2023, Poem
Anger, let go of me
I can see your flare draw near. I can feel your grip.
Leave me to walk on this whole day
Without the burden of your Ache
That wants to break me down.
Into my pillow I press my head
Asking sleep to take me away -
Melt my brow so I can wake
Without Another Ache
Of you knocking on my heart.
Dear Anger, release me.
Bear your own heavy load.
Your dance of damage
can only twist the empty stomach
that I own.
You’re free.
Go. Run from your gambit.
The honour you provide is out of date.
Watch the malaise of rage dissolve.
No longer, reduce me, to this sorry state.
July 20, 2023, Poem
Through the gate along the narrow pathway
Softly down the steps.
I protected her fragility while she lent on me.
The handle on the front door slips inside my palm.
Then once again before I catch the latch that allows us on -
Inside. Inside we go.
She stumbled over the door mat.
We were greeted by an old grey cat,
and the smell of slightly damp in her female home,
which embraced our entrance sweetly
with the colours of pink and green,
and when I took her coat off, she looked at me…
Inside. Inside we go.
The sweeping swirl of cat tail brushed around her legs,
wanting all or nothing from her.
Just have her instead.
Carefully she moves, no leaps, no bounds across the room.
To let the hot day’s air enter and Magnolia’s bloom come
In. Inside her home.
Her voice was soft and gentle, as she asked of me.
Her movements clearly mindful as she made a pot of tea.
Seated in her perfect garden, I see the trauma in her feminine frame,
and the silent part of her - that begs for mercy
and makes me want to take her back -
Inside. Inside her home.
