April 2013
1 post
a single feather,
tip stained deep october red
from where it was shed.
August 2012
11 posts
the yearning embrace
of her soft grain photographs,
I’m hers, helplessly.
standing hand in hand,
here on the fifty ninth floor,
this city is home.
each day that summer
she chased down my silhouette
and filled with colour.
shimmering lips press
against the tired rugged bark
of his wintered skin.
her lost spectacles,
lay dusted, fractured, amidst
exuberant greens.
torn yellow petals,
and a blade of broken grass,
us, all that remains.
our fallen eyelids,
pummelled by an avalanche
of summer warm rain.
bare feet on warm earth,
shaking off the old sadness,
running free again.
deep pink stained clover
decorated late summer’s
long meadow grass skirts.
she asked me inside,
seven mint leaves, hot water,
a perfect white cup.
I saw you, amongst
fireflies and hummingbirds,
beyond the curtain.
July 2012
4 posts
I saw you three times,
from the north, the west, then with
a porcelain heart.
a field of clover
in each of her open palms,
waiting, beckoning.
sunrise, harrowing,
finally this was today,
sunset, forgiving.
her breath as she slept,
the warm west wind across my
pale winter kissed skin.
June 2012
18 posts
long grass with bowed neck,
sunshine and wind, twin rivers
rushing in between.
she entered my dreams
like fingers parting dark silk,
then settling, sleeping.
the warmth of her touch,
even in the deep unlight
sparked in me flash fires.
a scratched fractured lens,
her beauty filtering through
in evening sunlight.
sad silver birch song,
on the wind and in the eaves,
yesterday, always.
late honey summer
swarms thick around our ankles,
dripping through our hair.
seventh boulevard,
raindrops on his newspaper
disguise falling tears.
an uncommon warmth
between strangers in the rain,
her touch, his shoulder.
her world shimmered through
a lens of translucent blue,
disintegrating.
rosemary rambled
throughout his treasure garden,
lavender beside.
seven dragonflies,
shimmer and swoon across a
turbulent river.
late summer contrails,
disappearing faster than
our frail union.
the unending scroll
of his hero’s adventure,
tattooed on her back.
afraid to open
the handwritten envelope
in his mother’s voice.
us, a brittle ship,
adrift, lost, with broken mast,
in ice black waters.
in the morning light,
with her vintage camera,
and leather red strap.
yellowed lace curtains,
the tattered petticoat of
their never wedding.
by the evergreens,
we conquered our own mountains,
those autumn warm days.
May 2012
16 posts
by the riverside,
leaves rushing, water rushing,
emotions rushing.
slender in cotton,
illegally beautiful,
forever summer.
all across the fields,
the glistening mist, lifting,
the day, beginning.
we gathered up close,
her scent still warm from dancing,
her neck softly moist.
in her scent slipstream,
every molecule of her
rendered him weightless.
which do you see first,
the leaves of the tree or the
sunlight in between.
his favourite tree,
grey willow by the river,
hem in the water.
she is beautiful.
in sleep and awakening,
she is beautiful.
arched branches above,
our solitary parade
down silver black lane.
she, my earth, my salt,
and the prickling sting of stars
beneath my eyelids.
lasting, soulful sleep,
my elusive companion
through the summer years.
closely, he studied
the devastating lines of
her architecture.
for every pebble
smoothed and warmed by the sun, his
summer, remembered.
each leaf unfurling
to reveal a word, a phrase,
an entire lifetime.
the lattice wire cuts
into her bruised bursting heart,
foolish containment.
her fingers loosened,
death rays of ambivalence
from steel blue grey eyes.
