Juniper, Two bright berry eyes Staring, round at me Amused easily Top lip curling into grin Tiny double chin Open mouthed in glee Staring up from my knee Ready for a new small adventure And egging me on Intensely Juno, I know A world of perfection In an imperfect world
Who wants a lift
Who wants a lift When you can do this When you can take a whiff Of the scents of leaves underfoot When you can sniff the air Feel the softest breath of the breeze on your skin Feet sinking into soft pathways Freshly made by the morning rain For too long I didn't know Nothing is better than a slow stroll Close to the river's ebb and flow A tree canopy so close it looks like a stroke Of green feather dusters wiping the sky clean Of clouds It's sharp blue astonishing Clear of all but the yellow rays of sun Reflected artfully in window panes Duplicated on the rippled surface Glimpsed between dancing plants As I glance On my way past, in rapt attention.
Photosynthesis
Chosen for their character they made themselves at home stretching out roots filling pots and overflowing over tops Yawning into morning grown into their spaces and transforming, ordinary corners Into colourful collections Taking up odd poses adorned with dewdrop jewellery small bohemians draped in spiderweb scarves and, sharing a space with guests of other species Holding an afternoon yoga session together communing, green and bright, then craning, towards the retreating evening light.
A case of knowledge
Is chat GPT bad at poetry or is it me? Does it have to rhyme to record my feelings at one time or another To track what was important, like an I woz ere graffiti from the 80's AI IS here accelerating what we now know, exacerbating my nostalgia, for an era we once knew, a slow time. When you’d simultaneously press play and record hearing that song you liked on the radio that clunk summed it up the clumsy effort, to be rewarded with a proper play back loop Not a fake feedback loop Back when scarcity of information and an itch for knowledge made us visit the library to use microfiche green writing filling a screen full of satisfying curiosities. Searching shelf by shelf to get knowledge Following the clues all the way to the copy machine The world was in a book The world book A case of knowledge, we took the time to digest. A slow life to be lived whilst gently polluting as if we knew nothing of it.
Ready or not.
You packed your teddy
But other than that
Seemed ready.
I packed everything
But the kitchen sink
But was underprepared.
Time is big.
It envelopes me
Now that there are timelines,
Three.
The TV is not my companion,
I’m seeing everything
From those three angles,
Three dots on the location finder
Showing that we are far apart,
Mapping out the pieces of my heart.
A wedding song
Make music
Stay in tune
As You are.
Two
Always making room
One
For the other.
Burst into song
The days short
The evenings long
While hours away
Heartbeats entwined
Living in time
To each other
Write me a song
Whose lyrics tell of years
Sung to the cheers
Of appreciating gazes
Of understanding glances
Of little joyful dances
A wedding song….
Between Homes
That was fun Those unexpected coffees in the sun Some belly laughs while you were on the run This was fine A gift of time An in between moment became mine This was ours Planting seeds and flowers Watching telly after hours That was good Laughing at stupid jokes Because we could You were home Meals on the sofa Not chats on the phone You were here Upstairs working Where I could hear You, loud and clear With me near Trying not to interfere A new trio was born And I'll attempt Not to be forlorn Rather, to thank My lucky stars For this shared time of ours.
En Famille
I woke up this morning feeling fortunate A new fortune amassed over the weekend A weekend of moments with you two Laughter and music, safely stored in my memory bank Nothing is more precious to me Nothing more worthwhile Than these hours of complicity We three Or others there peripherally or permanently The goodness of that free time shared makes me wealthy Your voices collect interest in my memory Your words hang like priceless art in my mind's eye I start my week adorned with the rare jewels of happiness What an investment! A weekend together en famille.
What have you got?
You wonder what you want, What you desire, To what you aspire. You ask what you will need, To leave the vacuum That you assume Why not Take stock Of what you’ve got Of what is here, now for the taking? Look around you To see those who Are not faking. Who need no reminding, Who are still finding, In you, Enough.
You
You Why do you who, Makes flowers grow from words Why do you who, Shapes graceful gardens in paragraphs Why do you whose, majestic rivers of rhyme Flow, Just so Why do you, landscaper of ideas, hold on To your feelings, and fears As the breeze blows in on the air So we grow from worries shared To free your mind from many cares Let go of your balloon of fears, And watch it as they disappear, Dispersing dandelion clocks Tied up in knots inside and locked, From outside wisdom closed and blocked, Your worries start to take control They take up space they growl they grow. So open up and let them go And no more seeds of sadness sew To grow into weeds of your anxieties. Instead, favored with air fair weather Light as a feather Cut free You will blossom As yours is genius beauty and creativity.
