New Year

 

RENOIR

 

New year

hung in the

balance

 

so many of

them down

through time.

 

I listen to

love songs

that dream – catch

 

memories:

yours:

mine.

 

The old year

slips away

sinking now

 

in troubled sea.

 

We talk

across time

zones

 

broken hearts

broken dream.

 

Love so quick

to fall, so long

to leave behind

 

as the New Year

hovers, we are here

together

 

captured in our

jewelled moment

of time

 

remembered

in this love song

of yours, of mine.

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My mares

Nefrote

This old year
leaves me cold

& what a price
I’ve paid in life
in love.

My mares come
to me, a dream
these three:

with whom I
shared my love
my hope.

Neglected now
tattered coats
& it’s been

full twenty years
since we have
shared these

fields.

They stood
so pleased
to see

that I had
come at last
as if

they’d waited
by the gate
this long.

What a price
I’ve paid for
this:

for when I
woke my
heart did break

to see t’was
but a dream
my mares

all three
still waiting.

Denim sky

 

 

Sky a sultry

denim blue

palms push,

 

somewhere

a rainbow

hovers.

 

I’m lying here

I think of

you

 

trawling through

my life for

insight to

 

a dream

a clue.

 

Sunday dawn’s

in heaven

church bells

 

clatter for

the mass.

 

Wine to blood

bread to body

who was it

 

thought up that?

A feast of

transubstantiation

 

& the French

fall on the beach

like flies

 

yet here

I sit & over

there you lie

 

yes, trawling

through my life

but who am I?

 

I steady,

ready for new

dimension.

 

 

Sand

 

 

Sand in my

teeth: memory

lingers

 

what have

we become?

Stuck in

 

shifting reef

of time.

Vision fades

 

it always does

leaving a blush,

a smile

 

bygone

sequence

of events.

 

Paradise

is here, now:

tangled

 

skin on skin,

a pillow where

you lay your head.

 

Scent of love

like frangipani

flower

 

subtle, fragile,

intimates

sub text:

 

mirage.

 

 

 

Haunted

 

You call from

nowhere: disturb

my peace.

 

We play the

same blockade

your voice resounds

 

mine does the same.

 

You dance your

dance of love

if that’s its

 

name: we’ve

reached

checkmate.

 

What is this

love that can’t

be lived?

 

Two players

crippled on the

stage of time.

 

You call

from nowhere

plead my name

 

but no one wins

this losing game:

this parry.

 

Flower

 

 

 

Rain all night

tropic storm

starlight

 

I dream of you

dark skin black eyes

body long & lithe.

 

Yes, I dreamt

again of you

last night.

 

At dawn flowers

washed by colours

new

 

I dance beneath

your beautiful

of what we could do.

 

I’m waking

from a sleep

so deep

 

years’ flow

back like toffee

sticky slow

 

Here skin breathes;

heart like flowers

in my garden

 

heart unfurls

like chameleon

I’m lost today

 

in paradise

my heart sings

far too bright.

 

Sunday beach

 

Sunday beach

& BBQ’s tumble

from the street

 

the mountains

pour green velvet

in a world of

 

sunburnt sea

blue to blue

darker where

 

sea grass

floats like

turtle hair.

 

I battle with

my body: ask it

to behave

 

when all it

craves

is sleep

 

like sickness.

 

Here first world

tourists pile fat

on grease

 

munching their

way through

countries.

 

I marinate

today’s catch

while frigate bird

 

tumbles.

 

We are

overcome

with complexity

 

in this simple

world, we touch,

we change:

 

& never for

the better.

Martinique

 

Frigate bird flight

motionless over

Diamond Mountain

 

Aqua shush shush

sand & crabs scuttle

@ sunset.

 

The French discuss

menus: the pros

& cons of soufflé:

 

light reflects

from ocean

on faces too tanned.

 

We are coming

we are going

body snaps its stress

 

I melt like sugar.

 

Cane tall @

roadside, the road

I’ve travelled too far

 

to get here.

 

You are with me

you jumped inside

my skin, refused

 

to move out.

 

I tried to shake

you free; we circle

at a distance.

 

I’m your hero

& you for me?

I wonder

 

if this will be.

 

Frigate flight

swoops over aqua

boats sloop

 

scent of saffron

spices air; as

the mountain

 

watches.

What of love?

 

 

You talk of love…..again

I love, a summer’s day,

a small child’s smile, my dog,

the walks I take.

 

You ask for trust…..

what can I say?

I trust the sun to shine

the rain to fall, I trust

 

each day to give me

one more chance to write

these words upon this

page.

 

You talk of love; I panic:

think of chains: for love

is not an easy game to play

it breaks our hearts

 

it makes us grey.

 

 

You might as well desire

the stars, as tie me to this

world & yet……

I promise

 

we will find a day

to laugh, to love:

but packaged in a different

way, to others.