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Day 3 napowrimo ~ Sunshine

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the morning is gloomy and overcast
the weather forecast says it won’t last
but that voice on the radio sounds kind of dead
it might only be the state of my head

the day may improve when there’s more light
I was tossing and turning in dreams all last night
I forgot to turn the clocks forward an hour
outside the window primroses and daffodils flower

a ray of light is hiding from sight
a swallow appears in high looping flight
amassed clouds take on a fine luminescence
the sun breaks through, a glorified essence

a bright golden glow bursts through the gloom
a shaft, a sunbeam breaks into my room
I’m bathed in bright sunshine the room can’t confine
I feel uplifting joy, amazing, divine

burning and turning my heart is a choir
singing with joy and celestial fire
spinning and whirling, breaking free and ecstatic
knowing my moods are often erratic

the shadows have broken and I’m still alive
the sun has arrived

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Sun-splash

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we crossed the bridge
grey river
hard pavement
heavy bags
traffic
you nudged against me
laughing

and there it was
the sun splash!

bare cafe
formica tables
coffee tastes good enough
food just doesn’t matter
people chatting
you smile at me
that little light
in your eyes

and there it is
sun splash!

it can rain
it can pour
the wind can howl
the town can fall about my ears
i feel your warmth
close, so near
i don’t quite reach to take your hand

but there it is
sun splash!

everywhere
sun splash!

Dazzled

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I look around
and see the life
that glows within
and shines about
from every place the sunlight falls
and I recall
the times before
my sight was dimmed
by crippling grief
and realise that I’ve been blind
to all the joys that once I saw.

I sense a sunrise in my heart.

To Partner #2, not worthy of a name

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i overheard you in the gallery
disparaging my work

you said the colours of my pallet
all have a shipwrecked hue

unfair
unjustified
untrue

come,
say it to my face

i was scuppered by you
you, my treacherous mate
who swore such loyalty
liar
turn-coat
coward
curr

I thought I had forgiven you
my mistake
i hate you in my sleep

I see you very clearly now
but i can still paint clouds
that let the sun break through

Lemon

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how lovely it would be
to be a lemon tree
and change from green to yellow
and offer up my sourness to the sun
how lovely it would be
to be a lemon tree
stretching slender arms toward the sky
lemon has a zest that’s never sweet
how lovely it would be
to be a lemon tree in Barcelona

Fragile Dust (a tritina)

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like lace these fragile flapping wings,
new born from the chrysalis, pale butterfly
drying under a yellow sun, bright burning

full of life, vibrant, short lived, time burning
stretching out its virgin wings
clinging to a tender stem, this butterfly

climbing upward to your journey, butterfly
prepare to fly away, as I, burning
with desire to touch, with care, your wings

an awful thought, lost dust, wings burning, butterfly

Buttercups

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There is a beautiful meadow of buttercups.
They catch the light of the sun.
I want to lay down amongst them
and strip right down to the skin
to feel the breeze and the air
and feel a full flood of life.
There is no-one around to care.
But when i draw closer to them
I see the electric fence.
The buttercups need defence
from a barbarian soul like mine.

The Oak

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where to go
when i am lost
i know i knew
it’s somewhere there,
beneath the oak

when the rain fell
though the leaves
i heard them splash
and felt refreshed,
shaded by tranquility

shelter still beneath the sun
green light filters
reaching branches high above
reaching always for the light

clear bright veins within the leaf
an open palm, resembling mine

Inconstancy

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lost in the land
where the grass is always greener
on the other side

they wander about,
plucking at this and at that,
never satisfied

the next will taste better
the herbs they select will be sweeter
the sun will reveal all the last light belied

to sit in a field ,
under one tree
and see how it changes,

how day becomes slowly night,
would bring a more lasting delight
through sunsets and dawns.

cold winds may blow and the sun grow hot
there may be storms,
and the leaves will fall.

without sun and rain there’s no rainbow
the pot of gold is right here

 

 

 

Farewell to Summer

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we look to the future of warm winter fires
farewell to sweet summer, before long to return
the hedgerows are full of the fruits of the sun
we sowed in good trust and reap what we earn

John Barleycorn, he must die once again
we harvest the grain for the threshing floor
returning the first gifts to bless the land
it is the time to give thanks for our winter store