Posts Tagged ‘Poems’


like a canyon’s span
the space between us
is now immense.
that speck of light & shadow
over there,
was once our planet,
was our delight of tactile warmth.
the prism of touch that brings bliss
beyond lips and hands.
the rock over there, where she stands
is her life sphere, her family and friends
that’s not my place,
over there.
but laid out like a drill sample
for inspection on electronic pages
it churns emotion like the blade
that pulled this strata cylinder
out of the background.
separated by existence itself
life has slipped through fingers
to make our places, there and here
and lost, infinite possibilities,
had I not leapt from the rig
over there.

© dwk


was it ever quiet? were we ever still?

 every day a struggle to master the storm? gusts of passion drove us from youth and innocence. love was tempestuous and softness and fragility became hardened. deep scars healed, taught and changed us. left us clinging to rocks in a sea of fears.

was it ever quiet? as we made our passage from ignorance to knowledge. were we ever still enough to find the stars, to feel tide flow, to plot our course? we hurled ourselves against the breakers, blind in passion within the foam and clasping hands, struggling for balance, for a foothold on the slipping, shifting shinglestone.

were we ever still? as bitter brine washed wounds with wet and cold reality, cooling the ecstasy of experience and now here, aloft in the safe arms of the rigging, over a green grey sea I search horizons for that elusive point of light and persist in hope,

a moment of peace in the skyline of your deep eyes and the sun of your smile.

for V

©dwk


the edge of the bed

where hearts bled

help proffered, even comfort given

but the stain remains.

where vanity released,

partners pleased

and even time given

but the shame remains.

where time slows

and frames per second bend and bow

relief from weights given

but the life span remains.

where sunlight stripes

where smiles touch

looks and contact given

but the pain is sustained

 

and hours passed, time taken

on the edge of the bed

where this was written.

©dwk

as if. . .

Posted: September 16, 2013 in Neighbours, People, Poems
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we dust in England

now that winter’s here

with thoughts of Caribbean shore

where the water’s clear,

while fighting with the furniture

cleaning clogs her mind

with the sand of golden places

and how to make time rhyme.


The bang and clatter of the chairs

drums of the swinging dance,

of carnival, now greyed away

in spots of rain and mirror spray

the kaleidoscope and spectrum play

upon her greatest fear.


Only to clean once a week

and not find courage for release

from such slavery to visit

such a glorious beach!



dwk



…. here I am at 12am
using boating metaphors again
writing to another darling
that isn’t exactly plain sailing.

Boats are good for describing fate
and in my poem, writing late:
the tossing of a craft in a storm
or the cutting adrift,
seconds
after we’re born !
Describe perfectly the voyage of life.
Adrift?
Waiting for some coming strife?
Winds blown by providence
with great effect for some.

Partners in life can be as sails
allowing us to pursue our trails
some big and billowing
allowing much tack or
others are for smaller ships
and sagging in ambition lack.

Becalmed, without choice
we wait for any movement
as in life we wait for improvement.
Currents can push us off set course
despite our mad paddling,
as if we could deter such force.

But, phrases such as: marooned,
castaway and high & dry
seem most used and appropriate
when there is no rope to tie.
No safe harbour, no protection
as the storm swirls and rages,

just loneliness, awaiting the next entry
in the log of destiny’s pages.

Phoenix1

dwk ‘86


egos so huge
they often fall
without counterweight
of humility or respect
an undesireable trait.

its OK though
we carry them
over rock, soil, sea & sand
to where they belong
parliament, team or band.


of course I love you
I always have
but you would not have it
so that was that.
I will not fight
for the unwilling
as in some scene
disownment will crack
any dream.

I will not persist
with love unfulfilling
all it can mean is
frustration will ransack
all thoughts unseen.

Of course, I love you
I watch your surf wave
and hope your spirit
floats above my flat.

dwk

….for a painter

Posted: June 7, 2012 in Entertainment, People, Poems
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Not too full,        
not too thin.
I never thought
I would be jealous 
of a piece of fruit!
As I wipe away
juice from my mouth,
yours is now moist
& sparkling in the sun.
 
No paint needed,
no doll lipstick.
I always thought
I would be jealous
of such rich colour,
As you open my arms
and kiss my mouth,
your lips still moist,
wine tasting has begun !

©dwk


I brought this pad out

to list my things to do

but styled vocabulary

of a different brew.

My friend here about

is delighted by rhyme,

and shows us weekly

the sophistication of words.

In either a whisper or shout

however spoken, resonate

the strings he strums

and hearts vibrate.

For a cigarette he’ll tout

but too cool to shake

his dictionary is a playground

geared with a talented trait.

 

©dwk2012