For eyes

For eyes

For eyes

 

I am witness. I am life.

Hunter. Gatherer.

Your very own all-action heroes

Two messengers to high command

That you exist in time and space

I am sight

 

I crease. I fade

I am another’s witness

For often I am truth

And I mutely signal

Distress or desire

However they are dressed

 

I am the arbiter of the light

You receive

Your watchman. A sentry

That hint for a smile

That mirror to shame

I am yours I presume.

Rhythm and Hues: ‘whoop-de-doo’

'whoop-de-doo'

‘whoop-de-doo’

A rhymester writes

I was always set to do

Something along these lines

The ‘whoop-de-doo’

A mission statement

My coat of arms

A calling card

A visual cue

The sonic signature

Of a guy who does

The ‘whoop-de-doo’

It’s attitude and life-style for a man

Who wants to mesmerise you

So listen to the little guy

Who is a shadow, you’re counterpart

When he whistles and coo’s

Aware that he’s been tickled by

The ‘whoop-de-doo’

There’s no hiding nor shame

In a continuous rhythm

That settles in the mind

Colours the blood

And fills all your waking spaces

With ‘whoop-de-doo’

Absence. #Nationalpoetryday

Absence

Absence

Absence

 

Every day. A call to arms

Such devotion. Such energy

Oh how I wish that this

Would all come naturally

Without prompts, self-doubt, recrimination

For I am so transparent

So wanting. So close to the wounds

Of a life that slips inexorably by

It should be marked. Arrested in flight

And the beauty noted

Pressed between the leaves

Of a book that seals

Filaments and membranes

That contain the essence

Of me

 

But. And this but is big

For clarity to put a sheen on the scene

We must be immersed

In the life of the soul

And take a keen interest

In just how much we can give away

Like a smile or a hug

When indifference would normally win

Because we are casual. Thoughts slip

Best intentions drift. Sink in the ooze

Of  footprints left in migratory soil