on colour

white and yellow hues
lead into flowers of blue
then finally red

~

CLP 05/5/2022

on time

we knew rain would come
it was a question of when
would it start, when stop

n.b. All our April showers have come at once. It tends to stop raining just after you’ve walked home, obviously!

~

CLP 04/05/2022

on light

If I can't see it
does this mean that I am blind
or you've dreamt it up?

~

n.b. We cannot win arguments about beliefs, it is a well-known fact.

CLP 03/05/2022

on fear

does everything change?
is it for better or worse
or is life affirmed?

~

n.b. How do we decide, by taking the opportunity, or by taking a risk?

CLP 03/05/2022

on time

it is all we have
yesterday is not today
we shape tomorrow

~

n.b. The hands of time are in our hands, the sands of time run through our fingers.

CLP 02/05/2022

on time

Is there any plan?
Does there have to be a plan?
River gently flows

~

CLP 02/05/2022

on time

Woman in Bath by
woodworms after Picasso
What next? Guernica?

~

n.b. It is thought possible (by some mathematicians) that given enough monkeys at keyboards, eventually one would type out the complete works of Shakespeare purely by chance. That woodworms have bored out Picasso style artwork, who would ever doubt the mathematicians and their monkeys, but who couldn’t give a monkeys?

With thanks to JS for her perspicacity.

~

CLP 02/05/2022

on friendship

at nights's darkest point
I woke knowing you were here
it wasn't a dream

~

n.b. How strange and lovely it is to feel another’s presence despite their absence. I woke, reached out and realised this presence was in my heart. I smiled, returned happily to sleep.

CLP 28/04/2022

Voice

It started with a kiss
it was uncalled for

you called me out
who was I to dare lean in?

how dare I presume intimacy
your anger gave you voice

your voice at last had found you
you had plenty that you had to say

plenty more to come when that was said
generations of mothers spoke through you

what these mothers spoke was truth
previously subdued, suppressed

the suppressed at last free to express
it started with a kiss

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-seven prompt: write a duplex.

This poem has a history, it is a history in a poem. I am ever grateful for what this kiss taught me, the voice it brought forth.

I hope that it is not too obscure for the general reader.

CLP 27/04/2022

Swan

This feather floating on the lake
Its hollow shaft so strong, so light
Barbs and barbules do combine
To form the vane of shining white

Is this us so gently curled
Rachis perfectly holding shape
Barely touching the water's skin
Like your lips that kiss my nape

Causing shivers of the spine
This feather came from heaven above
Lifting my spirit from lockdowns' pain
This feather you, elegant love

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-six prompt: extended simile. I live in hope, obvs!

CLP 26/04/2022