"Day to Night" (Entry 509)

Cemetery by day

Is pleasant, in it’s own way.

Cemetery by night.

Full of darkness and fright.

"Dream Time Far" (Entry 494)

The dream developed

far beyond where details

lay

and thrust upon the 

newest of times gone by,

the yesterday.

"A Ripped Memory" (Entry 464)

A hazy day amongst the grey

Reminds me of that rip

Half a life ago

When you were taken away. 

"Forest Days" (Entry 391)

Leaves shaded through dappled glade. 

Sun rays traded against river's wade. 

Heat scorch raided on summer forest parade. 

Boughs bend unaided protect fae where they played. 

To day's dusk now faded and time of moon lights maid. 

Eve music serenaded dream on night's crusade. 

"Ring in the Day" (Entry 346)

season cycle spins

hold on tight and ring the bell

each day bringing new

"Drift to Space Beyond" (Entry 332)

Yet to drift beyond

The boundless yesterdays. 

To dabble in what may be

And what could have been

To dip one's thought in changing patterns,

The ripples of the unboxed unseen. 

 

It didn't happen in this thread,

Not snipped or tangled,

Just not, this way lead

To be sown or glued to shape. 

An untrod cloud in this space. 

The missed dimension. 

Let's never mention it again. 

"Butterfly Dreams" (Entry 276)

Butterfly lifts,
To flit,
from silken pyjama print
and into my dreams.
Or so it seems.
Taking kisses from elves as they stack shelves in celestial supermarkets.
Or dance between the drops of
Champagne fountain in a private castle courtyard on top of the metal mountain.
To carry me on beyond the oily gates of goblin lords who can afford all the peasants they adore.
Towards morning light, a pure delight, my escort leaves me and takes flight.
So I awake to roaring day and the butterfly sleeps once more.

"Lazy Days" (Entry 275)

The haze of new days
sends rays through glaze.
I gaze, in a daze, and give praise.
Unfazed, I laze and stays that ways.
For today's. It's just a phase.

"Dawn's Own Fable" (Entry 213)

The dwelling point on Seamus Rock
to find it there you must pick a lock
of hair from the beauty to meet yet
and brush their hair and then to set
it down, spread beneath the stars
before the sun blocks the bars
and night clubs back the risen morn.
A fable told as we greet Dawn.

"Host the Breakfast" (Entry 194)

Split milk. Cracked jug.
Broken bowl. Chipped mug.
Bag burst. Cornflakes fly.
Breakfast ruined. No need to cry.
Mop the mess. Pour from the carton.
Take new cup and dish. Choose a smart one.
Grab the bread, make some toast.
Butter and jam. Happy morning host.

"Sun's Journey Across The Bay" (Entry 168)

The cool dawn shimmers and shivers.
Anticipation of a new day risen.
The glance of rays on glassy waves.
Smouldering boiling frothing a broth of middays hues,
where rainbow crystalline spray brakes and cascades back to the whole.
Bathe in the afternoon's heated perfection
as heat and light conjoin in swimmers delight.
Then dipping sun sends on last hurrah
in twilight's ripple seen from afar.

"Awake. Oh, to Sleep" (Entry 137)

Awake. Neon digits warp. Pillow flattened
and sworn at. Open eyes forced shut.
Can't close down the mind.
Never a comfortable spot.
'Til dawn. Worn out fighting to delight in...
Asleep.
At the wrong time.

"The World Asleep" (Entry 114)

The world never sleeps and always sleeps.
Beneath a darkened veil.
When sunlight peeps, the breath it seeps
to tell the earth a tale.

"The Innocence Sleep" (Entry 107)

There's no difference between
a sleeping child or kitten.
Breath calm and light,
snuffles of warm delight.
Eyelids flicker as lashes bat away the day.
Legs aquiver as in dreams, they play.
Creating their energy score
for their next adventures and more.
In that breath so calm and light,
warm and cozy in the night.

"Dream Catcher Lost" (Entry 85)

Missed it.
Again.
Late nights lost a brilliance.
Cast out into mortal realm,
found on saliva soaked pillow,
indented and creased across the forehead.
Idea erased.
Glowing green digits emblazoned into retinas.
Missed it.
Inspiration fantasy lost in the morning.
To live another day without the glimpse of early genius.
Divine dream dazed and departed.

"Sink into Sunday" (Entry 83)

There was a lull,
as often was, upon the lunch
aboard the ship.
Sated by exquisite food
led to dullness
in wit and behaviour.

Morning worship duties completed,
full in soul of spiritual provisions,
as were the stomachs of food.

A Sunday afternoon like any other
to mull over the task of nothing much.
Lazy meander on promenade with
a quell of stilted polite chatter.

To only know then before
what lay ahead on the evening
to pull thoughts forward,
maybe that Sunday afternoon
aboard
the Titanic
would have been different.

"A Rainbow at Dusk" (Entry 70)

The globe lowers along a line that does not exist.
Slowly melting,
soaked up to change the colours of the sky.
Bright blue melds to violet
touching a golden centre
spraying orange and red of chewy candy.
A delicious treat of flash of green.
Gone!
Darkened night to indigo,
ready for the heavenly display delights.

"She Lives in Shade and Shadow Street" (Entry 64)

In the shades and shadows,
almost at the end of the empty lane,
there is a woman in a window
who watches.
Her stare glares,
"I don't know you. You have no right to be here!"

For a fleeting snap, our eyes meet.
I wonder about her life, her past,
her family or lovers, her friends...
but then, she peers and jeers.
She won't let you in.

Staying at her window
than to venture into the warmth
of hello.

"Go away!" she mouths.
And we do.

"This. The Eclipse." (Entry 46)

The rolling darkness envelops.
Embracing and beholden,
an orgasmic grasp,
until
all gone.
Nothing but
halo of Sun and Moon conjoined.
Entrapped in a moment,
in rapture,
then once again light fights.
Released.
Expanding.
Celebration and revelation that all is
right.