poetry diary

Snow falling upwards,
As I cross the room.
Feeling my body –
Mind in tune.

Focused on you too,
What are you feeling?
Snow falling downwards,
As I cross the room?

There is no way to change the past.
Anger and frustration cast
Long shadows over dark’ning thoughts.
The sun will run its course.

There is no answer. It is too late
To hesitate or close the gate.
A world awash with colour waits:
No one pauses at the gates.

And beyond –
The glorious mystery –
Of a future lived.

Innocence and imagination –
Children singing at Christmas.
Hope and potential –
simple –
rhythms,
openness,
and love.
And so much happiness.

So much happiness,
So much,
So…
Why do I always cry?

A room of people
talking; time passing.
Flowers and champagne.
Waiters push nibbles.

Once you were children;
Now you are married.
Parents are crying:
Their past and future.

Making this smaller
(we’re modern people) –
Apache blessing –
just cannot happen.

‘Send not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.’

Crisp crunch of iced snow,
Tingling toes touched through shoes
Which are no defence
Against this frozen earth and air. 

Quiet, but hard, not gentle –
The ground meets knees and hips
Instantly if you slip. 
And the grip of frozen footprints on the pavement looks strong. 

So cold, in the wind. 
So cold, outside. 
So cold, the air. 

Mulled wine and a fireside –
Imagined warmth;
Lasts the whole walk to work.