Showing posts with label First summer with lupus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label First summer with lupus. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

The Hourglass

Love is a waterfall
inspired by the rain;
I am loving you
in an hourglass
praying for time,
and behind the sliding doors
you capture my heart.

july 1998

Tuesday, 6 January 2009

The Healer

(on the way to the healer)
Travelling,
imagining I am leaving it all behind
these fields of rape seed, lined up in rude yellow
hot against a watery sky
past the industrial sites,
and rolling into the green;

Still driving on and getting lost
Funny that I can't lose myself
Dragging this ball and chain around
Waiting for this flare to die down.


(a healing)
Laughter giggled in me
and love surged forward
in an explosion
of tingling feet and heated hands
sounds of wind and waves on land;

A rush of emotion
and my heart threatened to break
with dreams spiralling
and earth quaking
to the rhythm of the image maker.

june 1998

Monday, 5 January 2009

Stone Wolf

I saw a wolf today, carved in stone
He was greying around the ears,
but his eyes were sharp and his lips were curved;
Head cocked, listening to the wind,
I won't forget him.

scotsdale
may 1998

Sunday, 4 January 2009

The Daisy Chain Poems

1.
Sun baked daisies today
and a pheasant streaks colour in spring
Nearly summer today
and sun and wind are married
in perfect changing harmony.
Shadow cast upon forget-me-nots
blue shade amongst the hyacinths
and forever twitterings in unknown places
carved into cherry and beech.
Cheeky day to keep my lonliness at bay
Airplane roars across the sky
and neighbour's dog responds
barking
and leaping for joy.
Simple ecstasies
in red yellow green and blue
The clock is ticking towards homecoming
I'm missing you...
29 april 1998

2.
Summer breezes through the daisy chain
Ants race between my toes
and the world is a playground
of friendly sun
on a sweet pain free day.
9 april 1998

3.
Pain free hours
sandwiched between the pain -
I am collecting these everyday.
Treats of sunshine and icecream
and a sprinkling of rain.
Beyond the rooftops
a sinking pink
blushing behind the wood
and in the distance the train track
rumbling echoing heaving
beneath its load.
10 april 1998