The Coffee House

    A spider, centred on graceful feet, is watching me.   Anticipation shimmies, poetry and bitter glee!   The gurgling, mud-speckled machine is righteous, it preaches to silver kettle with ferocity.   The toaster is coy.   Fork and spoon people quiver.   Glass soldiers clink in their morning cupboard.   Orchids celebrate this

Moon Waves

as night concludes my body rolls to rest on printed sand .  I am phosphorus .  sliding through hot sea walls I am wide water falling I am gold flesh rain . moon waves are tinted love and form to flex this raw satin surface . somewhere a child whistles sweetly, her pea green boat patiently

Wishes Wet My heart

Note: My friend  Lady Day agreed with me to write a ‘wish‘ poem, pop over to 75 kaleidoscopes to take a look. Please feel free to bring your wish piece or the link to it, to the comment box below.   Wishes Wet My Heart There is silence in me, one minute forever silence . Yesterday’s colour splashes crude abstract

Burning Eyes

Note: My friend Lady Day has also completed a poem about ‘eyes’, check it out, your eyes will not disappoint! Feel free to add your own eye poem  and link in the comment section!   Burning Eyes coal eyes trample me sadly, burnished, like her flesh, they are raked and old . through red dirt dragged, by

Bear Feet

      In this world of gridlock and perilous edges, I move from infant towing ducks and l i n e s to here and still the steady growth of skin in which to fit soul and all. I wish to curl, fingers in fingers, but bear feet stretch and dig, fists are balled and hoping. Blood

bee bird

      i am diminutive, a bumble bee like flutter bird, i am a nectar rainbow ambrosia and light so withhold your strident word and cursing fear, put down you bricks and mortar, and soften to me, for i am joy, pink butter joy, a honey breeze a tickle, i am smiles of jasmine flavour

I AM ELEPHANT

      Storyteller mirror silent giver of wishes true. I am an elephant. Oh how I love me this way, my close up folding, my sheets of warm skin, the magnified texture and pores of space. Dust rises under lined feet, planets rotating from bone to bone, across arterial heart, kicking up dreams. These eyes are before,

Reaching Being

        extravagant extreme express train tracking embracing unfolding fine articulating emulating entrancing endeavouring straying smarting expounding instrument playing loving warring scarring fleeing glancing glitching unhitching feeling failing falling flying seeing stretching finding reaching BEING!

Blue Meadow Allowing

.. . . Blue moon cocoon FULL tightening burgeoning fruiting heart . Lips glossy with urgent whispering and wishing               wells of childish yearning                         eyes full crystal caves ever deepening ever widening infinitely flowing          

The Trapeziast

a flower in the wind caution left swinging she swoops, like air she circles palms flared upward space alight on blue universal pulsing aero waltzing to central beat and the landing but a whim an extra a bonus a swelling a rush an art she leaves her body swinging