You capture the light
contained in my eyes
reflecting it on paper
You read my soul
with words so bright
and set it alight
like fire on wood
my heart you ignite
and I burn, slowly to embers
Patchwork
Insidious
fastidious
and sometimes fictitious
Fractious
the patchwork
of feelings, emotions
thoughts and devotion
Vicious
vivacious
unrelenting madness
images, words
speeding in raucous
sadness
Trapped in a life
you thought fulfilling
you opened your eyes
found the thruth
blood curdling
bone chilling
Home
Home is the pillows you miss
Where tea is brewed just like this
Home is where
A smiling face
Awaits
A train journey, jelly legs
A pounding heart resonates
Home is where you long to be
Where nowhere else will do
Home is where your heart,
your mind, your soul
Rest at peace
Home is where you sleep deeply
Safely knowing you are loved
Accepted, respected, completely
Home is where coffee
Tastes much better
What is the secret?
Lurking
I walk this path
trode by thousands
the light
sometimes guiding
sometimes blinding
Me who’s walked
a thousand
miles searching, seeking
yearning
crying, laughing
healing
seeing life turning
Come walk this path
with me
discovering, learning
let’s follow the light
returning
to what matters most
true life’s meaning
promising, lurking.
Trust these hands
These hands have thrown a ball
Swam in the sea
learnt to grip
Firmly
whilst climbing trees
These hands have known
The softness of silk
They have crawled
Played with dolls
Made friendships
These hands have held
Their own babes
Softly, caring
Comforting
Wiping tears, mucky faces
Doing up
Those shoe laces
These hands have toiled
Made beds
Grafted, cooked, plastered
Painted
These hands have touched
The smiling, wrinkled faces
Of loved ones
In far away places
These hands have learnt
The art of caressing
Discovering
Undressing
These hands held the promise
Of having, holding
Loving, caring
Forsaking all others
Till death did its bidding
These hands will hold
Your heart
Carefully
Nurture it
Without oppressing
Trust these hands,
their love is unending
Continue
I doubt I can continue with this obsession
It consumes my every thought encompassing every emotion
It is plunging me into an ocean
of despair, sorrow, pain and commotion
Please leave now
before it’s too late,
you are not free to love me, hold my hand, console me
You’ve tied yourself round me, like a rope attached to an anchor
I don’t want this anymore, leave now
You no longer astound me
Sin rima
¿Y dime por qué
te extraño tanto?
en la llovizna
cuando está nevando
Sin razón, sin rima
¿Por qué te extraño tanto?
¿Por qué te extraño tanto?
en el café, chismeando
Sin razón, sin rima
Dime, dime, dime
¿Por qué?
Extraño tanto
Tu manera gentil,
Tus ojos, tus labios
Aquí estoy, preguntando
¿Por qué?
Amore mio
Sin razón, sin rima
Te extraño tanto
No rhyme
So tell me why do I miss you?
When it’s cold
When it’s raining
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
Why do I miss you?
Over coffee
When I gossip
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
Tell me why
Tell me why
I do miss you
Your soft, gentle
Manner
Your eyes, your lips
So delicious
Here I sit
Thinking
Why do I miss you?
Amore mio
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
Enamoured
I am not enamoured
Of hospitals, syringes, medicines
Or stinging
Or of the smell of disinfectant
On wounds slowly healing
I am not enamoured
Of you fucking cancer
As you slowly
Robbed
The father
Of my children
I am not enamoured
Of you fucking cancer
As you stealthily attempt
To take me away
From my children
I am enamoured
Of laughter
Of loving, of living
Dancing, prancing, kissing
Cuddling, hugging, thinking
Smooching, running, writing
Breathing
I’m not enamoured
Of you
Fucking cancer
I am enamoured of
Sandy toes, tangled hair
The smell of sea air
The sound of waves
The taste of salty kisses
I am enamoured of skies
The rumble of thunder
The flashes of lighting
The giggles of children
I am enamoured of chatter
Natter, gossip, friendship
Of a hot cuppa
Of companionship
I’m enamoured of my life
And you fucking cancer
Cannot defeat me
Little boxes
In a world of expectations
Where life is stored
In little square boxes
Get out of your bed of paradoxes
And allow yourself to be
Beautifully imperfect
That’s what we are made of
Paradoxes
Imperfectly beautiful
We do not fit
in life’s
Little square boxes
Let me be the curves
That defy
The conventions
Of your perfectly straight life
In my world of tight deadlines
I will allow you
To be
The creature
Of fluid tempo
May the mirrors of our souls
Reflect
All our imperfections
For life’s paradoxes
Do not fit
In perfectly squared
Little boxes
