Illuminated
surrounded
by darkness,
a lily shaped
beacon appears
in our eyes.
concealing, revealing
bright sunshine,
through petals,
a bright glow.
we lose track.
sometimes shadows
contain predators,
who sell bridges
to the unwary.
they want your
vote too.
shake hands with
the candidate,
if you like,
but don't forget to
count your fingers
afterwards.
Misbehaving
when colours look
so funny, trusting's
hard to do
is it a sign
our nightmares
will come true?
i've only gone for
coffee but I've
been gone so long
she'll maybe start
to wonder what's
gone wrong
when colours look
so funny, trusting's
hard to do
is it a sign
our nightmares
will come true?
Big Nasturtium
close up,
a macro
looks bigger
than live
we see things
we never
saw before
structures
details
beauty too
some harmony
in colour,
little strife
encroaching weeds,
voracious insects,
it is war
big nasty
losing always
root space too
do not laugh
and do not cry,
if you plant it
it will die...
Green Patch
we should not
call them weeds
(respecting life)
they may not
be so welcome
in our yards
but they
announce it
springtime
when it's right.
a time comes
when we grow
green in that
summer light
and glow
such beauty
as is in us,
that it shows
if we are weeds,
unwanted and
unloved
we should be
so determined,
push and shove
grow strong
and thrive
in our own way
"show personality"
is what they
like to say!
we all are
beautiful,
somewhere inside
something
really wonderful,
we cannot hide
Around the Edge
peeking around
the corners
of what
we can see,
into a world
unlike mine,
she tells me
about a rabbit
that saved
her life
when she was
an infant.
i can't
follow her
where her
mind goes
i see a pond:
there is an edge
where land
and water meet,
sometimes
the water
spills over,
and floods
muddy and sour
her wet land
lies outside
my world
i can't thrive
in such a
hostile place
peeking around
the corners
of what
we can see,
i know,
for me,
her rabbit
has fangs
Shade Under a Lilac
mule deer
lounge quietly
under a
lilac bush
i planted
for her
pretty like
a picture,
resting
in the shade,
safety in
our backyard
all their
dues are paid
flowers
in our garden
bloom and
fade and fall
mule deer
come and
rest, go
at will
our lives
are complicated
and seem, to us
so grand
wild things
so beautiful,
so hard to
understand
Yellow Things
in a corner
of a garden
almost hidden
in some shade
sits some little
yellow things,
lighting
up a sweet
and lovely
corner
of our world
i want to show her
this quiet corner
of this garden,
take her hand,
lead her into
this sweet and
lovely corner,
spend an hour
maybe, drinking
it in
together
Excitement bright colours in our garden draw our attention, make us smile filtered sunshine lights our bright and cheery scene bright colours in our garden draw our attention, make us smile shut inside, we try to hide from viral infection and others bright colours in our garden draw our attention, make us smile
you see
this lake is
calm today,
so calm you'ld
never guess
(calmness
resembles
tidiness,
it will
conceal
a mess)
poison in
the water,
poison on
the beach,
mutagenic
poisons,
barrels rust
and leech
in a
story book
romance
things
end up
as you
like.
walk beside it
if you choose
or you can
ride your bike.
it's beautiful
to look at.
but give it
such a miss.
please don't
drink that
water.
don't dare
eat the fish
Sepia Shed
when it seems
there is no
colour and all
the beauty's
gone, your
mouth's like
sour ashes,
i will be your
faithful friend.
so don't give up
too easily
it's not the
bitter end
there's time yet
to enjoy this life,
a corner
to be turned
and lots of trouble
yet to find
and bridges
to be burned.
