poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Month: December, 2011

Mid-life crisis

I can still dream of romance;
that magic touch, barefoot by moonlight,
candlelight warming your eyes.
I can still dream of success;
of gabled roofs and rolling lawns,
leisure to write, evenings in Venice – the race won.
I can still dream of adventure;
mountains to climb, rivers to ford;
campfires and songs, and tracks through the trees.

I still have time
to turns dreams into moments
and I have more power, less caution, more guile
than my younger self;
making dreams sharper until
the day comes
that power ebbs.
I can see that too;
not long,

I tire of dreaming alone,
and freedom is mine to take;
the price tag known.


This new year opens
like an empty road or sun-summoned flower,
and I recall
traffic jams and your floating petals’
last fall.


Posted on dVerse Poets and Poets United.


Two shadows walking Christmas streets;
gently sharing the warm glow
of sated lights with resting stones
in the dampened dozing dark.
No cars.
Counterpoint to last years’ noise;
next year still music in my head
as I walk, with Ben, through Leamington.

It’s Boxing Day in England.


Taking my 13 year old son to watch Mission Impossible at the Apollo Cinema in Leamington.