Let your lips meet gently

the top one resting against the lower

touching with tenderness

your own  skin to skin.

Forefinger  propped on chin,

I let the others dangle,

like leaves on a branch;

how softly gravity  tugs them downwards.

Let heart beat quietly,slowly

as  the blood circulates carrying  its music ,

a river,following the path of least resistance.

How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,

touching it kindly as with tiny  open fingers,

helping and being helped.

How the hair on the head floats

on the breeze,like tentacles of an octopus

waving goodbye.

Top  eyelid loves the lower one;

as we blink they touch

like lovers kissing swiftly

behind a tree.

and how the light comes in

we see a world.

Mine may not be yours,

but the blink of my eyelid

sends waves through the air,

so we’re all touching and being touched,

lips kissing each other,

kiss all living creatures.

skin to skin

air to air.

And inside us,the rich darkness

of creative night

transforms  in turn

these touches

into visions and dreams.

Digital art  made from my photo of a tree using Artweaver. Katherine

Radio  Three is playing far away
Volume low enough to suit a mouse.
I look around the room,I think I’ll stay

The sun it shines,the wind with shrubs  still plays
I see it from  each window of the house
Radio 3 still playing far away

 

I’m writing with a pen from off E bay
Because the other pen  forgot to bounce
I look around the room,I think I’ll stay

Twenty five revisions just today
My mind is like a tiger fit to pounce
Radio 3  is playing far away

I see a denim coat that’s subtly frayed
Bring my mind back to the present joust
I look around the room,I want  to stay

To all the spirits of the house, a toast
For helping when this heart  felt like a roast.
Radio 3 is playing far away.
I look around the room,I think I’ll stay

Original art by Katherine

Never go to  bed with a fool.That includes yourself

Katherine watercolour  with additional work using Pixlr and Artweaver
Do what pleases your eye.Then at least one person will be happy

Art by Katherine from photograph 2018

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure that you seek.”

(Joseph Campbell)

To let go of expectation is  the best
The task that comes before and after all
Your image, your importance, there’s no test

The  life we lead ‘s to very few confessed
The birth, the growth,the life and then the fall
To let go of expectation is  the best

Who could ever want Eternal rest?
Every European builds a wall
Your image, your importance, there’s no test

The fact of being alive, we must digest
Some know zilch and others “know it all”
To let go all expectation is  the best

Like worms inside the earth,  we will undress
The readiness is all, a story told
Your image, your importance, there’s no test

Life ends for the weak and for the bold
By the dark earth we will be consoled
To let go of expectation is  the best
Your image, your importance never last

I got water in my shoes again today
First of all it rained and then it snowed
So I shan’t be going out  in case I stray

I  bought myself some wellies on E bay
My feet are big,I wonder if they grow?
I got water in my shoes again today

I finally grew to love that there Paul Klee
I like the way his lines just seem to flow
I shan’t be going   out  for Shaw’s new play

In winter time the air gets rather grey
Which  matched with the darkness of the soul
I got water in my shoes again today

Life is  good and we drink tea all day
We get fun looking out for  barmy trolls
I shan’t be going  in the dark to play

On and on the endless waves  shall  roll
Then the church bell  answers with its toll
I’ve got water in my  eyes again today
So I shan’t be  putting on a Shakespeare play