on love

please don't call now
it cost a lifetime last time
left me counting days

~

CLP 19/01/2022

on white lights

intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours

~

CLP 10/01/2022

on light

compared with the Sun
everything becomes grey-scale
without perspective

~

n.b. It has been a challenging few days, putting fingers to the keyboard as impossible as joining like poles of two magnets. The ‘must post’ became ‘can’t post’.

Now, a shift. Was it the sunlight? Was it the experience of movement in daytime? Was it enjoying catching up with distant friends during the Twelve Days of Christmas? Was it remembering no employer owns all my time? Was it a conversation? Was it spending an hour cleaning the bathroom (don’t ask)? Was it hearing the wren singing?

The shift is back ‘to ‘I post‘. Easy enough to say…

~

CLP 08/01/2022

on time

quickly faster now
hurry up mustn't be late
this is all I have

~

CLP 25/12/2021

on winter

turquoise or azure
it's not a competition
letter box of light

~

JS & CLP 12/12/2021

on love

heard it all before?
torn up the script, binned the book?
good sense of humour?
you'll need it
when you find yourself back
scanning the shelves
being caught by a catchy title
reaching out instinctively
gently pulling at the spine
handling it with respect
liking the cover
savouring the smell of the fresh-printed page
engaged by the writing

choosing to invest some time
you take it home
dip in
discover this is something
that holds your attention
you become unable to put it down
find yourself
burning both ends of the candle
burning
to find out
what happens next

~

CLP 05/12/2021

Apogee

we can't get much further away
from the summer solstice
grasses tickling your shins
sun pink face, a few freckles
but it's good to be here
with winter encroaching
with your smile
bright as buttercups
your kisses delicate
as sweet pea flowers

~

CLP 18/11/2021

on mist

clouding boundaries
unsettling settling of doubts
softening edges

~

CLP 11/11/2021

on morning

too soon in my view
night slipped off without asking
stealing dreams of you

~

CLP 07/11/2021

on colour

under the rainbow
life exists in bands of grey
nothing black and white

~

CLP 05/11/2021