Blue moon is half way full
and the days when we were children
have done their time and gone
but now our story writes itself
our quills are minds their own
that bridged the chasms and crossed the gulfs
What should have been fun
was instead rained upon
Independence Day fireworks
fizzled out by a thunderstorm
Terminal 2F at Charles de Gaulle Paris was evacuated today
Cancelling our flight out of Bordeaux
And forcing us to stay
the night
2F has been aptly named
As it has indeed effed us twice
What if we never met again
What if I couldn't ask you anything
The way I can now
What if things were different
What if we grew distant
The way we aren't now
So this is how it feels
My caffeine, adrenaline and endorphin rush
Have pretty much
Been taken in the same way
Every day -
with a generous helping of you
Words inadequate
to express a depth
of feeling.
An expansive
vacuum
waiting
to be filled,
taken;
slaking
this indescribable
yearning;
where the word love
is not enough
Massive woofers booming out victory over the evening
I barely see the lightening out of my peripheral vision
But the thunder... rounded and rolling, deeply blazing
The storms here
My friend, your pain
is something I wish
I could make go away
So you never felt it again
The child is precocious
Attempting to open a coconut cream can
That would present a challenge to a grown man
The opener slipped
Nearly lopping off a tiny tip
Of his left thumb
I see your face
It fills my gaze
My eyes traverse
Through every aspect
Your eyes. Your lashes.
Pupillary reflexes
Your mouth, either cheek
Hair behind, rings in ears
I drink you in
I seek and seek
it always amazes me
at how eloquent
people can be
in expressing discontent
at things quite irrelevant
seeing rainbows in oil spattered water
mesmerised by moss on which she treads
spying snails amongst organic matter
poisonous, she eschews them all
Pristine, soft, crisply white
rustling with each turn at night
those lucky sheets on which you land
sighing slumbrous for your man sand
embracing duvet, cushioning pillow
wish I was there, nestled also.
T hank you so very much for
A nother shiny sparking toy which
I am not ever going to touch
N ot even if it gives me joy.
T hat which always comes from you
E ndangers me through and through.
D ying is not what I want to do.
Razor sharp dune edges
Support the dune buggy I'm in
Which is speeding
while hugging
the changing
dune patterns, sinuously
shifting with the wind
There once was a boss brash and loud
of his high school diploma so proud
he would boast of success
despite making a mess
but his bullying had most people cowed
happiness is a choice
appreciation of simple joys...
at the witching hour of four
your child crawling into bed
can disturb your sleep or
cause a smile to creep up
as you kiss a coconut head
he saw her from a distance,
walking down the swale,
and spotted in an instant,
that she towed a potluck meal