SPRING
Each and every year I am surprised
As winter finally loosens its cold grip
Maybe by now we’ve seen the worst
There’s doubters with lips still pursed
Who think warm days are just a blip
Yet will slowly become acclimatised
Full heat setting is no longer advised
As in the morning air, it’s just a nip
The sun appears, not too hot at first
As temperatures are slowly reversed
Lingering ice thaws and starts to drip
And a spell of daily warmth is prized
As buds, flowers are at first disguised
The new stems emerge like a fingertip
Eager to rise, no need to be coerced
And by the daily warmth, are nursed
Quite soon, newborn lambs will skip
Now at last, a new Spring is finalised
Categories:
acclimatised, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Dusty musty air hit me as I open the attic door. Turning on small torch, I pause whilst my eyes gently get acclimatised to the dim light. Brushing away the long cobwebs which hang from the low ceiling, I cautiously make my way to the back of the attic. In a dark corner I find Granny’s old ottoman, its pink damask silk top is now worn and faded. Carefully I begin to raise the lid, its hinges creak like granny’s arthritic knees. I gently lift out her silk wedding dress which, as a child, I’d help granny wrap in layers of crinkly tissue paper. She had always promised I will wear it one day, and as she’s a gifted seamstress I know it will fit perfectly on my June wedding day.
family heirloom
I’ll wear on my wedding day
precious memories
Categories:
acclimatised, clothes, granddaughter, grandmother,
Form: Haibun
Acclimatised to feeling incomplete,
conditioned to believing in striving,
our receptivity slowly depletes,
enmeshed in ego borne doubts spiralling,
thus choosing fleeting joy, self-limiting.
In truth, all we need to do is let go
of thought forms rooted in desires shallow,
whereupon we reclaim unending bliss,
elixirous rapture, soft and mellow,
divine entwined ecstatic joy caress.
11-February-2021
Categories:
acclimatised, joy,
Form: Dizain
If I could breathe back life into one
Archimedes would have to be the one
And not just for fun.
Inventors to fill a need is what we need
Not ones that serve no need except greed.
Archimedes once re-acclimatised could yet fit the bill
If we give him a pill so he is not yet over the hill
His inventions though blasts from the past
Still apply to today's class.
Every time I turn a screw I think of him anew.
Filling a bath I cross his path.
Shifting a rock with a lever makes me a believer
That Archimedes could yet come back in favour.
Problem solving was his game
I am sure he could still put some current inventors to shame.
For which we are all to blame
For not telling them what we need
And letting them invent for no need.
Maybe that is why we have no modern day Archimedes,
To meet our needs.
To reinstate the original I see as the only way
If we want to save the day.
To avoid any glitch, I will steer him clear of the rich,
So they can not get first pitch.
It may not yet be too late,
If we bring him back to this date,
Our problems to relate
And ask him to invent to suit our need with all speed
To save our planet from our greed.
Categories:
acclimatised, absence, appreciation, best friend,
Form: Ode
The restricted heart
shrinks bitter and remote,
punishes the spinal watchtower
with ghosts of tunnel vision.
Keyhole surgery in a dreamy eye,
so acclimatised to nightmares,
dissects each cold memorial
of the lids that cannot shut.
From the slitted earthen throats
flows dew and morning steam,
blood rivers course the wheat
burned black from heat exhaustion.
It isolates the feelings
and prods them with white sticks
and in so rousing
justifies the clear-eyed vision.
Blue porcelain statues reflect
patinas of desperation,
diseased with sunspot black,
the souls of latent atrophy.
What a spiteful lonely view
when gleaned from an ivory basement,
broke love in a dark bone cage
until sorry is all I have.
Categories:
acclimatised, allegory, confusion, life, mystery,
Form: Blank verse