I missed the flowering of the maple tree Where red leaves swell like baby’s growing fists i fear to struggle there, what shall I see, Just the doves and sparrows flying free? Missed the flowering of the maple tree But watched less subtle human comedy Saw politicians flounder, saw ships list Missed the burning of some red leaved tree I wonder when they’ll break the baby’s wrists?
We climbed a stile oh what a reservoir Water from our hills served other towns If you’re listening, theres no editor We climbed a stile, surprised the reservoir We don’t have our pure water anymore We may have perfect kitchens but we frown We loved the stile, we saw the reservoir Water from our hills stole by yon’ towns
Love and structure made our life secure Although outside our tent, the gales still blew Now alone,I fear I can’t endure Your loving presence made my life secure Now I stand on air ,supportless,poor Love and structure made our life secure Now I am afraid and pale my hue Love and blindness made us feel secure I forgot ,outside the tent, wild gales still blew
All we had was the cooker and the bed I bought some sheets and blankets up the road The Coop had a shop, it saved my head All we had was the cooker and the bed We must have had some plates, yes, they were red Indicating we were not well bred Cutlery and mugs were gifts bestowed All we had was much love and a bed I made a meal and after that we flowed
The face that was familiar now is lost You seem as far away as is the moon My heart has paid for you the savage cost The face that was so loved, by now is lost And my own inner being is fear- tossed Though five long, weary years have wandered past I no longer fear to meet my doom The face that was familiar now is lost Love seems far away, like a new moon
By Blythburgh church, the cottage was unique At night the floodlight made me catch my breath So beautiful the sight,I could not speak I felt my soul awaken from its sleep The Cathedral of the marshes is unique The soaring space,the stone, the river deep The images that fade, the angels’ laugh By Blythburgh church, the cottage was unique In the dark , the floodlight caught my breath
Your hands were warm , your inner fire burned bright Your piercing eye was also deep and blue As if inside there glowed deep flames of light You could see and feel what poets wrote Your hands were warm,your mind and heart burned bright I wonder if you’d felt what others sought Though you are no more, you haunt my view Your heart was warm, the fires of love were bright Your piercing eye, a hawk, an eagle too
When must we be cautious, when let go? Who knows how to choose the better part When to use our will and when to flow When to plant the seed and watch it grow When ought we be cautious, when let go? When to bend as wilder winds can blow How to live,the art that needs our hearts When may we be cautious, when let go? Who knows how to guess the better part?
The eyes that gazed on me with love profound The hand the touched me with caresses true The one who made me happy on earth’s ground Who loved the words, who loved the entire song Who loved me with rare subtlety of mind Whose love was strong, whose being was most kind And thus with all his qualities imbued The eyes that gazed, delighted I was found The hand, the touch, the giving , taking true
We do not hunt for thoughts,we let them come Gathering up the treasures from the sands The sea shores of the world in dark,in sun Where children play till all the day is done The mystery of the deep, of whales and men We do not hunt for thoughts,we let them come Sailing in from distant foreign lands We do not hunt for thoughts,we let them come Gathering up the treasures till the end
Nobody has no mind, no self .no flesh No sense, no purpose, nothing that will last What is worse, to be trapped in a mesh To be immoral, sinful and loveless To stumble in a morass of distress The sinking sands of childhood thought surpassed Nobody has no mind, no self .no flesh There is a body-mind retrieved from trash
What is not a sin may be a crime Tie me up and burn me,I’m malign Don’t they say this is the best of times With tablets. smartphones, free verse with few lines Though in the end you have you make your name There is no need to hang it on a sign What is never done may be a sin Let me out.I’m ready to begin
Why do I weep when I am all alone? None can see me ,none can hold me here The heart I had was made from heavy stone Now it has dissolved into a groan Why do I weep when I am all alone? My mind is muddled,all I see’s unclear Why do I weep when I am all alone? None can see me ,who’s my comforter?
I like to go to sleep,I feel so hot I need an ice cold drink by my old bed There must be something else,but I forget Why was Albert Einstein full of smut? Relatively speaking, he was shot A photon waved and particled a dot When you’re living you’re not really dead I like to go to bed,I have no plot I buy a book and eat the words I’ve read
Why fortune favours courage I don’t know But if we’re too afraid, we do not see We hate so much that fateful heavy blow Cringing, shrinking, with half closed eye As if our vision’s blocked by heavy snow We are more brave when others share our view Fortune favours courage, yet be slow Fear makes sight a tunnel, sadly true
I thought I’d write another villanelle I like repeated lines as in a song The music seems to permeate my cells Inside my entire being music dwells Would I write another villanelle? A triolet is shorter, love is long Musing, I decided villanelle. I like repeated lines but am I wrong?
The tender glance, the heart, the love displayed Where will I find a home now you are gone Where in the abyss is such a place? Where the eyes which will contain my gaze? The voice that spoke to me can’t be replaced At this turning point , the change will come The tender glance, the heart, the love displayed Where will I find a home,my love is gone?
The heart that touched my heart I feel no more Alone in this great space. I feel afraid Like a conductor who has lost the Score The soul that touched my soul I feel no more As other orders that soul did obey The heart that touched my heart I feel no more Alone in the abyss. I feel afraid