Monday, February 18, 2013

Poem for Today


Flying in Planes

Drifting. Spinning over these continents,
I see you, so far below.
A little hand moving above your head,
On a wondrous stem of an arm.

But I am better now,
So; I don't know if you are calling me back to you,
Or waving goodbye,


But, the way I am,
At this time,
Free from grief,
Perhaps I don't care..

Jan/Feb 2013

Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem for Today

Frontier

February. Outdoors.
Moving slowly forward,
Borderline freezing in the air.
Wind - like cold, grey custard,
Cast upon my skin.

Sun, dozy, tired,
Nothing more than an aged pale yolk,
Leaving no shadow at midday.

This is the footpath I amble on,
Balancing between love,
And fear of you.

Feb 2013