Moraines of sliding glass
scything through the freeze
collapsing shafts of pure ice
melting in the breeze.
Climatic changes warming
the caps of frozen lands
inching up the oceans
covering the tidal sands.
Melting moments disappearing
a mirage of smoke and mist
blink and miss the action
of the chasm and the schist.
Carving all before her
the glaciers relentless slide
melting in the moments
finding nowhere to hide.
The frozen diamond dewdrops
course o’er the silver dawn
dropping damp and dripping
nestled in the morning's yawn.
The warming of the oceans
in minuscule degrees
the effects on the ecology
I watched the sage turn the page
and open up the vault
from whence a bluebird flew
in a world of fault.
The cloak of years that he wore
wrapped in a fulsome fold
hid secrets and mysteries
and narrative of pure gold.
Though enclosed they flew to those
who wanted to be free
exposed transparent and open
for all the world to see.
Unravelled from an intimate tapestry
they circulated and took on fresh facades
some stood and were readily counted
others fell like a pack of cards.
They entertained the beggar and pauper
and turned the rich men away
I am shaped by the wind and the weather
and am who I am
I’ve been on this planet for ages
and do only what I can.
I’ve lived a lucky life
it’s had its highs and lows
there’s been days of sunshine
and dark days when the wild wind blows.
What I’ve done no longer matters
there’s nothing left to prove
as the record of life keeps turning
I’m the one that must approve.
What I do as I walk onwards
and tread softly as I can
and tell tales of my life in poetic form
about the race I ran…
Your eyes are pools I’ve gazed into,
your smile as warm as sunshine,
I’ve walked the track where you have been,
in different moods and fun time.
Mirrors of light shades of dark,
sparks of recognition,
kindle knowledge yet untold,
life put on full ignition.
Deep souls stir and come alive,
thoughts rustle and wave,
click the switch to overdrive,
into mysteries we both crave.
Pure delight colours the day,
along dusty tracks untrodden,
words unused, what will they say,
of times almost forgotten.
The affinity melds kindred souls,
clouds kissed with richer colour,
succulence fills up our bowls,
unlike seen from any…
Moving across the dance floor,
The swish and perfumed air,
Then I walk out the door,
Seemingly without care.
Gazing at the city lights,
The music drifts on by,
The moon melts into butter,
Wee droplets from the sky.
I climb the stairs to heaven
And hold you in my hands
You hide then slide away from me
To spread on other lands.
A shivering sensation,
Someone I cannot see,
The phantom of the opera,
Holds your golden key.
It twists and turns and opens,
My mind to find within,
Besides my next of kin.
I wish and…
Some memories grow misty and hidden
too painful to expose to the light
yet way down beneath they lie in relief
marked indelibly and seen only at night.
My impressions are sorted and shuffled
and filtered like sunlight through trees
in the darkness behind the leaves on the ground
are left impressions blown in on the breeze?
Naked thoughts can be dressed up in colors
and whirled in a beautiful dance
pirouetting and pausing arching and causing
the spontaneity to merge with a chance.
Beneath the lightheaded lilting of music
when my feet shuffle off the dance floor
Oceans stretch before my eyes
fields full of sparkling diamonds
the moods of the ocean and roiling skies
thunder turns to sounds of silence.
Out at sea, my eyes can see
shimmering waves on the horizon
they dance a rhythm of their own
a rare spectacle I rely upon.
The scene paints images in my mind
of a wild untamed nature
moving onward in ecstasy
master class from her creator.
And when it rains the sea reflects
the dark and moody chambers
holding the forlorn sailors
stark reminders of her dangers.
From silvery calm to thundering waves
the wind moves…
Melts in the sun.
Some may call it phantasmagorical
an apparition too hard to ascribe
it may be fantastic implausible and eccentric
or far too phenomenal to describe.
When the mist washes over the ocean
and rises then melts in the sun
and the red cliffs display their curtains
when the night times’ over and done.
The sunlight peeps ‘tween native bushes
and dew glistens on eucalypts leaf’s
the Bay sparkles like millions of diamonds
and the sea slides o’er the shore and the reefs.
Small birds dart in between branches
the birdsong mingles with waves on the shore