What I miss..........

Things I miss and have yet to find again

Being home first with the kettle on
being home second knowing tea is on the way
Trying new menus picked together
and sharing a bottle of wine

the sound of you in the bath or shower
someone else at home flushing the loo
the sound of familiar foot steps
a call in the morning for requests

working together in the garden
side by side or apart
buying plants and planning spots
colour themes and paths

the house opened up in summer
and fresh flowers in the vase
doing pratical things for the home
chopping wood for the fire

gettng the fire going in the winter
knowing it would light a smile on your face
curling up on the sofa
and some else being there

a gentle caress a pat on the bum
the stroke of my hair a brief kiss
a massage or a scrub in the bath
walking hand in hand down the street

crawling in to bed and it being warm
curling up and holding you there
the smooth gentleness of your skin
the sound of your sleeping breath

your patience at my vagaries
your winning smile on your lips
a gentle knowing of someone
calm relaxed companionship

Lingering.....leaves fall

You come to visit for the first time
you see my house and the way I live
I suggest we walk and stretch our limbs
It is cool and still, I offer you a jumper
soft and warm and slightly big!

We walk, we talk, we eat and talk. You leave
Later I find you have found another to stir
the parts i did not..I am a good friend
no more no less another affair
has caught you and you have gone

Days later I too am cool it is autumal
I pick up the same jumper soft and warm
and smell your perfume lingering
within its' fibres gently clinging
reminiscent of you and all you are

Sensous beautiful intriguing exotic
known not known unusual familiar
strong long lasting and temporary
enveloping and kind - much needed
but not there, just left on a breeze

The last sensory leaves left of a brief
intrigue - a journey back full circle
a spiral ever bigger a journey of self
growing knowing trusting openness
smiling sad happy and content

Some you win!!

Or do you win from all?
Love has a funny turn of phrase

You "head over heels"
Me "flat on my arse"
You "whisked off your feet"
me "dead in the water"
Your "heart a flutter"
Mine "rent asunder"

What is it you gain?
Venturing being open
learning sadness pain
heart torn and broken

feedback has come it is there
it always is to make a fresh start
showing more easily that you care
special and lovely, a tranquil heart

"caged birds dont sing"

Sorry Maya Angelou
I do not agree with you

If you fall in love
and they fall for another
feel peace it is a dove
be open do not smother

let the beautiful bird soar
spreading wings to fly
high above the lions roar
beauty in flight - you sigh

it is then that they are
free to be to perch and sing
happier going - going far
not caged but on their wing

carefully woven words

When I talk I tend to blather
words come out in a stream
rough wool being spun into yarn
the conversation just flows
making connections
and strengthening just like
the fibres twsting into wool
the sum greater than the parts

It is different for me when writing
more time to reflect and choose
patterns and colours to reflect
the mood the tone and moment
weaving a story making a picture
making clothe that covers
you need to be careful not to conceal
the truth with what you write

Irony is fighting for Jesus

Heard of "Weapons of peace"
Is this a delicious sort of joke?
my amazement doesn't cease
fork tongued words still spoke

Religion and power gone mad
statements on behalf of the voters
really do make many folk sad
politicians are big fat boasters

looking for image and spin
chasing only a short term gain
what they do is a terrible sin
their glibness causes real pain

They use religion as a pawn
to futher their glory and end
to the war mongers they fawn
truth they feel happy to bend

The masses are guity too
our inertia sustains the status quo
stirring and rebellions are few
twisted politics and religion our foe

We do count and should shout
the earth our planet is shared
we together have massive clout
our children need to see we cared

Life: an Acting school

As we grow we learn to mimic
Children model what they see
at home and in their schools
what they learn is how to be

How to be for others so they fit
what works to allow acceptance
to have friends and to behave
correctly in all circumstance

Others chose to rebel and resist
and struggle to find a way
to be true to themselves and
from their path, not wanting to stray

As our age and wisdom ripen
and we see with grace from above
We see the truth of our life
to really be yourself is to be love

You can not be any one else
but who you truly are
you must to recognise your gift
and acknowledge your own star

Those who are themselves
who have the humility to act
are unique and wonderful
there is nothing in life they lack

Floral tributes

Flowers strapped to the railings
new bunches from mourners each day
we remove those wilted decaying
tributes to a person we hardly knew.
A floral display to a tragic death
a bright vivid reminder to all
of an horrific incident
unplanned unpredicted
unwanted flowers in our face
when we open our curtains
or return home from work.
This intrusion into our life
this death in our garden
TRAGIC so tragic
but who thinks of us in our shock
the home will not be the same
the front garden stained
with blood of a dying
dead lady tossed by a car
Thrown into this we need
to move on to rebuild
with due respect for the
irreplaceable loss
their public dignity in grief
their private sorrow
and pain behind
their closed doors

Flowers on the railings

A community member popular and liked
thrown rag-doll into our garden by a car
the front railings twisted and torn
rent assunder by the force of the crash

These railings are now a memorial to her.
Colleagues, friends and family leave their tributes
to her and life her tragic death that brought
us closer to a neighbour we had barely known

One daughter witness to this appalling smash
helped in the moment, adrenalin pumped holding
it together for the sake of others. The mourning flowers
visible in the morning from her bed, she is unable to sleep

She stays with friends she stays away from home
losing herself finding peace in drinking til late
The floral gifts a remainder of the shocking event
the sheet pulled over her face closing her final act.

How long do we the family allow the grief
and out pouring to spill into our lives?
Due respect for loss for how long before
we rebuild the walls before we rebuild our life

A brief crazy moment rents holes in reality
brings two families together in death
the givers of flowers the owners of the twisted railings
connections like this should be tender and brief

Each has to accept the others position
to allow due dignity for the grieving
to allow the walls to be fixed and move on
for the sake of the livng to find a chance to sleep.