Never Forgotten

I saw you today, after over a decade

You looked younger than I remembered and even in the absence of a smile

You appeared so very happy, certain you were in the right place

At the right time, with the right person.

 

 

I saw your face and  instantly hundreds of memories collided

And I felt sad and happy at the same time

Your expression was just as I remembered

Open

You looked my way, right at me

And yet  you did not see me

I saw your face and instantly hundreds of memories collided

All of them good memories.

All of them.

What a legacy

Soil sea

A marsh where a field had been

No longer pasture, not quite a  mere.

Frost forced firmness

was undermined by damp.

 

Warmth from the infrequent sun

Could not pierce the mantle.

And standing in the middle at night

Listening to trickling rivulets

Streaming across the surface  I heard

An army of droplets joined in their

riotous run  down towards the brook.

 

A quiet week, slips in.

A reprieve and the Earth swallows downwards

The ground tolerant of weight

Seizing his moment the farmer

Swings along with his plough

Diligently travels back and forth, back and forth

 

Now the earth has been turned, deeply with sweeping curves

In the sunlight and in the frost, even brown can twinkle and shine

A chance for fertility offered.

 

A Soil Sea Ocean

Process Interrupted

Being held up

Computer security

International delaying tactics

 

Was that you? via other technology

 

Yes it was me

I am usually me

I and Me, go about together

A lot

 

Are you sure?

I am sure

Me? I am sure

I and Me , we are both sure

 

Testing certainty

……Just wait a few minutes then

 

 

The headache

Scattered uncollected,  my thoughts

Skitter about inside my head

Staggering drunkenly into each other.

Fractured before collision, destroyed afterwards

Smithereens strew my mind,

A thought cloud of dust

Shades the coming moments.

 

No creative destruction here.

 

Sky

A sky full of snow

above my head

Not threatening, yet

A silent presence to consider

In all activities.

 

I miss the coy blues peeping out from clouds

Or the blatant hues of  blues brazenly declaring

Its a blue sky day

 

So today I do my Thinking

under a Sky full of snow

 

Keeping watch

She sleeps in the centre of his bed

She has decided that’s where for now she belongs

Safe and warm and low to the ground

 

He visits her and leans right  in

She is sleeping in his bed, she needs the sleep

He breathes warmly onto her head

 

He gazes softly at her as she opens one eye

Maybe she lifts her head briefly

The she resumes her sleep

 

Sighing he leaves her

Returning to the sofa

To maintain his vigil

 

On his oldest friend

Rough with the Smooth

An apple a day brings

a sharp taste and some roughage

 

A wake up call for the mouth

A sphere to behold, to roll around gently in your hands

Perhaps in those moments of contemplation

you pause to shine your fruity prize

Before breaking the skin.

And then into the flesh

Who knows what knowledge will be revealed?

 

Perhaps you are expecting sweet and luscious

Maybe you are rewarded with

a mouthful of cool sweetness and  juice dripping

through your fingers near where you

pierced the skin.

Juicy and Sweet

 

Or maybe  it is suddenly

Tart and  crisply challenging

You wince like a toddler tasting lemons for the first time

And you hang in there for the follow up

Hit of surprising sweetness and clarity