poetry – Page 24

Grass moves with the wind
Granting myself peace to dream
From the train window

Two + The Sea

o’er the grassy sand dunes,
we went tumbling towards the soft sea.

you and me together,
two carefree lovers looking for free.

rolling until we stop,
out of breath from laughing with the sea.

you and I are running,
never stopping until you can see.

standing on the Skerry,
looking towards you, the azure sea

I don’t want to be free,
I want you to be a part of me.

plants in the office
reaching for the pinnacle
watching the plants die
the boss wants to have a word
the colour green is too much

an urge for flowers
gigil at the croaking frogs
dance to the birdsong
throw your clothes to the four winds
unconstrained at the gardens

The forest listens for the vibrations of music;
soon, the time will pass, and she will come.

The music of her love for them starts to play;
sad faces brighten as feet touch the soil.

The dancing to honour the forest and her loves;
she spins and twirls with the Fireflies tonight.

The trees never stir as the fire burns along;
they stand tall, watching and listening.

Have you ever seen the grass move like waves of the sea?

Even here, the sea is never far from you and me.

the quiet path
waiting inside for forever

the car arrives
fabric moves around her

the old church
whispers on the breeze

their eyes link
intense waves of loving

they commit
serious words of promise

together now
scents of the garden

become memories

my thoughts by the sea
to think of all the Poppies
stained with tears and blood

a brooding still lake
pervasive thoughts overcome
all who see the lake
the dead wait in the dark depths
for the living to join them

a bell rings in the distance
silence around the void
another bell begins to ring,

ring, ring, ring, ring, hiss

a peek from under the table
growling as the void arrives
a stand-off fit for cinema

the cats start getting uppity
ring, ring, ring, ring, meow
they retreat to hide all night