I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
Categories:
parboiled, birth, blessing, celebration, cheer
Form: Quatrain
She was a barn find,
her figure painted on the bare cedar plank wall
below a fanlight.
The sun over decades had turned her into a phantom,
a patina parboiled into the timbers.
Her painted colors now flecks in the mottle.
She was once a farmer’s daughter,
or an old love recreated, etched by light
and deepened by shadows into imperceptibility.
Her history is sun-washed away.
Her bonnet and long dress of an age
now hung upon times façade.
I wanted to own her, keep her
as someone else’s memory maybe.
There was no way of course,
old barn finds are out of time,
far from any of the rushing day’s we inhabit.
This treasure was buried too deep
to take to any home, it had become priceless
the way a great mature oak tree is beyond price
until the charming engines of nature
claim it for their own.
Categories:
parboiled, poetry,
Form: Free verse