No one can repeat the exactness of your trail,
a transit in time describing
a pattern unique -
a story -
a thread -
told by you
in each breath.
Chimera
Chimera is the third face of the three faces of D.Lockyer
Thursday 30 January 2020
Sunday 31 March 2019
With apologies to Basho
A tranquil pool
with perfect reflections.
A splash as a frog
jumps in.
The ripples die
away.
The pool is once
more tranquil.
Which is real?
The tranquillity?
or the ripples?
Saturday 17 February 2018
Valentine '18
I hope you don't
mind if I don't buy you red roses,
or a pink balloon
with “I love you” in gold letters,
or take you to an
expensive restaurant,
or make some other
gesture dictated by fashion,
to mark this day
as the one when I remember
that I love you
and remember
to say
I LOVE YOU
in big letters
written in the sky
-
a special offer
from Amazon
to be delivered on
time -
but instead I
shall be there
for every part of
all the other days,
and not just this
one
so commanded by
convention
and packaged for
profit.
Tuesday 29 November 2016
Looking into the mist
You look into the mist and see God.
I look into the mist and see mist.
Neither of us is wrong in what we see,
nor is our seeing the complete story
of what there is to be seen.
I look into the mist and see mist.
Neither of us is wrong in what we see,
nor is our seeing the complete story
of what there is to be seen.
Tuesday 16 February 2016
You came to my bed
You came to my bed
when I summoned you,
across desserts,
across mountains,
across plains,
across oceans,
you came -
obedient to my call
of your own free will.
Of your own free will
you reluctantly left -
without saying goodbye -
saying -
Just until,
Just until.
Until the sunsets touch the sea.
Until the winds blow.
Until the dew is on the grass
and the leaves turn green.
Until the last day
beyond the end of time
when I summoned you,
across desserts,
across mountains,
across plains,
across oceans,
you came -
obedient to my call
of your own free will.
Of your own free will
you reluctantly left -
without saying goodbye -
saying -
Just until,
Just until.
Until the sunsets touch the sea.
Until the winds blow.
Until the dew is on the grass
and the leaves turn green.
Until the last day
beyond the end of time
Valentine valediction
What to wake you with?
The breaking of waves?
The cronk of a raven?
A vixon screaming
for her mate?
A cow beasting
in a field nearby?
These are the jewels of your ears.
What to bedeck you with?
The sun sparking off breakers?
The bracken waving in the wind?
The sands shifting patterns?
Or a sky that reaches to the edge of time?
These are your raiment of the days.
And then to wrap you in a sunset
before holding you in my arms.
The breaking of waves?
The cronk of a raven?
A vixon screaming
for her mate?
A cow beasting
in a field nearby?
These are the jewels of your ears.
What to bedeck you with?
The sun sparking off breakers?
The bracken waving in the wind?
The sands shifting patterns?
Or a sky that reaches to the edge of time?
These are your raiment of the days.
And then to wrap you in a sunset
before holding you in my arms.
Wednesday 18 November 2015
You showed me
You showed me the dark sides of my marriage.
I, being mind-blind, stumbled in shock,
Repelled by what I saw,
Discovering voids where so much should have been.
Realising that I have been afraid to live,
I now mourn for what I never had.
I, being mind-blind, stumbled in shock,
Repelled by what I saw,
Discovering voids where so much should have been.
Realising that I have been afraid to live,
I now mourn for what I never had.
Autumn park
Autumn park;
Of leaves and off to a distant view
Of Alps, snow covered and promising
Cold and frost.
Geneva's fountain playing high
Above any roofs, it's curving plume
A silver ark:
An ark in time,
As evening draws in.
But time will not arc back.
The sadness of autumn leaves
their rich colours,
and gentle falling,
a promise of winter -
a warning of frost.
Their slow decay,
food for the morrow
and for thought.
Monday 9 March 2015
I stand by the sea again
I stand by the sea again
where there is no you or I,
nor them or us,
just the slow ebb and flow
that baptises.
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