peace and quiet

what happens

BANG

 steady rain

so many moods

so many eyes

 along the river

there are so many bridges

which one is mine

 the water seems sad

this far from the ocean’s wave

it’s downhill from here 

 if they weren’t called poems we’d all be poets

 Met a young mum with her four month old little boy called Keanu which she explained was Hawaiian for ‘cool wind over the mountain’ which I fell in love with immediately. I gifted this pebble to Keanu ~ the beach was warm and sunny and full of kids enjoying half term.

 conversing in verse

we perceive two concepts

merge into one

 boring journey 

every unimportant thing

seems significant 

 in the orchard 

the smell of a garden fire

lazy afternoon 

one flower 

at the base of the wall

in the sunshine  

 wriggling my toes in

the warm sand of memory 

the tide turns

 slow dawn

a movement in the trees

imperceptible