working man
early, six days
before dawn
while I, still curled
warm in bed, listen
he leaves
whispers goodbye
as he passes my door.
every day
as the noon whistle blows
I carry his lunch pail
we sit surrounded by scents
wood, varnish, turps
sunlight washing over us
sandwiches, hot tea and stories.
at night I wait
perched on the stoop
watch him stride
down our street
swinging his arms
dusk crosses the avenue
behind him
a tram bell clangs
gaslights flicker on
in rows of windows.
we are the engines
he says
we make the world
move forward.
Categories:
turps, boy, father,
Form: Free verse
for the dance
knees ache
after all of the years
tending floors
of oak and ash.
scraping through
waltz-worn varnish.
scents of turps, aged wood
float on heat waves
above his head.
back strained
beyond bearing.
chandeliers mock the stars
bright crystal flames.
silks and satins whisper
whirling colour kaleidoscope;
ceremonial swords softly rattle.
dancing slippers
guided by dress boots
polished to a striking gleam
glide smoothly on his floor.
music bursts from doors;
windows open to the night.
voices murmuring, in dusky gardens
heedless of the floor keepers plight.
Categories:
turps, beautiful, character, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Plants in camps can be very disguised. Allowing infiltration through buds, leaves and stem. If one is having a cup of tea with a dandelion watch for remarks made. It is going to be a vast national weeding project. The directional flow from those inner places are not a marvel or a blessing. Blessings are tuned only to a blade of grass or a circle of orange. Twirling. How very naive to play with an undercurrent on open ground. Thus allowing infestation of structures in fields. Radiant radios reaching rears readily. Pointed at scenarios currently existing. Between a plate there is an embryonic ego shroud. Seek then advice from broom,wand,staffs,swords and the mythological realms of old. Who dwell in such places. Fertilisation of a fortification. Balancing act of a small intergalactic fish on a moonlit sky. And never play sports with a smell of turps omitting from words or orbs. Gathering gaining. Rain riding rivers. Bin ban. % is a biscuit frame with alot of icing sugar contained. Meteorological. Z. D y q z
Categories:
turps, age,
Form: I do not know?