Poems

I did, I combed her hair today It began not knowing what she’d say That nymphite thing she simply said “Yes” and just like that sat on the bed Her auburn hair it fell in waves From that gorgeous head and cheeky smile It fell in wavelets for a mile Almost to her knees “I’d love to comb your hair?”,I’d implore She never had said yes before. Like the combing of a gossamer tress Streamlike tumbling over flowered dress It almost reached the floor Fountain like it poured on down To sheening ends from fairy crown In it I could swim and drown In this river of delight The joy of it you’d never guess ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  And all because she’d …

Wild wind surging, urging, howling Showing strength in righteous anger Punifying man ‘“ his claim to power Roaring, ripping, tearing, tossing throwing, whipping, breaking blowing trees that stood once proud now in humbleness bowed to a power greater than that that holds their roots dugged deep in clinging, zealous earth These rip out to a power unseen yet as real as rock and steel So man is humbled hides and knows just how small he is and bows himself to a strength that’™s only just a tiny part of a giant hand that with might incalculate sweeps man his works, his pride his art so many things impermanent ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  into insignificance.

Meandering in a happy place I came, quite suddenly upon a wondrous scene down, down into verdant vale and hill – A magical place that belonged to God. A park – private within His world. Its beauty took my breath away; undulating green yet given seclusion by ancient trees. These stood like grand cathedrals made of wood Proud and tall of differing kinds Each beautiful to behold Some, with wandering arms, Sinewy and strong Were sentinels to this enchanted spot. Sunlight and shadow lent transient grace enhancing the colours in this paradise. In wonder I stood in saddened joy for knowing I’™d never again see this wondrous scene. However, etched in memory it would remain exquisitely mine Nothing would diminish …

We meet and talk on a moral plane Above the simple or mundane Thoughts that fleetingly express One’s deepest moments, in memory impressed. And tones of music, viol and bow Refresh the soul To be once again a child And in mind again to know The pure joy of the sun of spring The laugh of falling waters The cymbal’s ring Again to clutch life in childhood’s splendour And in a moment that is sheer joy ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  To it’s sweet innocence surrender.

I sought a dormant something in me waking, I found it in a wonderous poet’s line; Like a sparkle on a cascade – water breaking, Within me placed it safely,’ made it mine.

The trees they search with a baleful eye A cloudless sky an open sky A pristine sky – so blue The days they are such glorious days Days for fun for everyone With a softer than a summer sun That burns and dries the lakes. Can this be winter? Must be so – are not the nights so chilled and cold It’™s after autumn too The trees they search with’  doleful eye For a sign – a cloud – to appear on high Whe’™re those wet – those billowy friends Heavy with life’™s life-giving drops Filling udders for the table tops?’ ‘ ‘  The trees they search and seek in vain for that life-giving fluid – a sign of rain And because …

A round table small, cosy Eyes smiling over the smiling lip of a coffee cup Its aroma sweet seeps through rosy lips Caressing the lip of the cup Oh, would that lip be mine – ‘ sense the sweet touch’  of love divine

Cumulous galleons sailing free In a pale blue sky so stately The setting sun turns grey to gold A wondrous dignity to behold The trees gently wave with envied eye: ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Farewell Golden Galleons of the sky

Two butterflies in crazed random movement – So swift, the eye could snatch of them but glimpses, As flashes of light of brightest hue Followed the one the other with butterfly’s ease Of reflexed energy; Easier even than the swift reflexes of the human eye, For both were lost to me within the moment; Hither- thither things on gossamer wings ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Or spirits, in the gold that autumn brings?

A sometimes thing Elevating’  Refreshing’  Real Spoken things change reality Colours freshen Air comes clean and cool Like kisses – but there’™s no touch Only eyes touch eyes And smiles touch smiles We talk of things exciting, pleasing Sounds of music reveal a life within a life Reveal a certain love