Walking with the breeze….

A short stroll, unaware of wonder
so alone and lost inside my mind.
I feel the pull of a gentle breeze
whispering softly, the trees interpret
through the rustling of their leaves.
Drifting onwards the sounds change
as each tree brings its own language.
A congregation, vying for my attention
standing in their majesty for one glance.
The noise intensifies as I pass by
I’m Inspired by the harmonious request.
Pausing, I admire their unique characteristics
an aged collection of natures beauty.
The breeze intensifies as I prepare to leave
enabling the trees, in unison, to bow.
Reciprocating I perform a bow of honour
with unexplainable contentment I bid farewell
The gentle breeze wraps itself around me
guiding me through a forest full of life.


Dance of souls…..

Two hearts beating to the echoes of silence,
no music required: the rhythm perfect
a pulsating essence which is in command
with a coded language so they beat as one.

The souls join in an abstract movement
swaying gently, fuelled by total rapture
as the electricity flows from one to another
the hearts skip but never miss a beat.

Even a distance cannot disturb the dance
heightening senses in readiness for the return
paired up the dance begins, the passion of a tango
entwined: the steps in perfect symmetry.

The hearts sleep soundly in each others grasp
resting and rejuvenating for another day
awaking, they stretch in unison into the morning
one look: the dance of souls smiling; pick up the beat.

The story in clouds…

Engrossed in fluffy clouds
that drift across the sky.
I try to pick out animals
as they gently float on by.
The hardest ones to make out
are twenty shades of grey
transformed into whiteness
as the sun comes out to play.
I sit and watch a battle
as the clouds spoil the fun
holding hands together:
blocking out the sun.
The sun will not be thwarted
so it switches to full blast
the clouds are getting flustered
as they know they cannot last.
The sun has its victory
it did enjoy the game
using clouds to draw with;
a horse complete with mane.
A dolphin quickly followed
then a dragon and a shrew
it carried on relentlessly
until the day was through.
The clouds gave fair warning
as the sun said its goodnight
tomorrow is another day
be prepared to fight.

Immersed in waves…

A cliff side vigil, full off contemplation
my companion the sea, otherwise alone
I feel and see the power in the foaming swells
hypnotised: deafened by the waves breaking.

Finally drawn in by the gravitational pull;
waves wash over me, cleansing my being
no more drowning in fresh air
as now I drown in the sea of souls.

Taken by the tides, stroked by soft hands
whispering lips brush against my ears
soft voices calming: deeply pervading
feelings of elation: a climax of passage.

Souls, lifting as one, return me to land
singing a farewell chorus: a sweet murmur.
Feeling cleansed, I remain still: spellbound
listening to the sea caress the root of the cliff.

My Ode To Twitter…..

Oh Twitter just how hard can that be
It must be as easy as one, two, three.

choosing a handle that seemed to fit
poised for banter: to show my wit.

Being aware that things weren’t quite right
if nothing happened I was going to take flight.

A light bulb lit as I was about to flee
I had spent six months talking to me.

I started to follow and tweeted like mad
a couple of mentions, this wasn’t so bad.

I simply must get my head round the lingo
my brain now hurts so I’m off to the bingo.

The first ever retweet I thought I would cry
I did a lap of honour, then tried to fly.

The visit to casualty wasn’t so bad
apart from being officially recorded asĀ  mad.

Minding my manners so not to offend
looking slightly simple: round the bend.

Gathering followers, I was getting ahead
ok, I know one of them was a garden shed.

Commenting on politics is fair game
giving my opinion of who is to blame.

Watching videos can be a blast
of deranged cats stuck up a mast.

Some dodgy followers were giving me flack
oh, I never knew you could do that on your back.

Wonderful followers: interesting folk
apart from the boring tooth fairy bloke.

I’m not obsessed, I can walk away
as I now take tablets, three times a day.

This simple ode is just about ending
I load up Twitter and see whats trending!

And they called it puppy love…

I never thought I was a “dog person” until the day this puppy arrived into the house.


Now this gorgeous animal was named Skye and from the moment she laid eyes on me: I became adopted.
Two weeks later our bond was cemented, as due to illness, I became her career. This was a very peculiar arrangement on two counts;
1) I was ill
2) I knew nothing about puppies.
My first peculiarity was an art or an obsession, I’m not sure which, and that was house training her.
My vast experience told me; if she squats: take her outside. This I did every time she sat down.
Now bearing in mind,
Point 1) illness! I ran around after her like a woman possessed and I spent more time outside than I did in.
The month was February and it was freezing; I must have looked a right clip, hanging around in my dressing gown, waiting for the damn dog to decide what blade of grass had the sweetest smell.
Eventually, I was reliably informed, that puppies do not have a bladder the size of Lake Geneva and only needed to spend a few seconds at a time having a wee.
From this moment we were a lean mean, well oiled peeing machine, more often than not; we were back, settled, with a cup of tea: before we had actually left the house.
The second peculiarity was an obsession: Skye had to learn tricks. Point 1) also had a bearing; as moving about on all fours trying to get the damn dog to a high-five, was not conducive to my well-being.
Nobody in this household has forgiven me for teaching the dog to chase the ball, go get it and chuck it back to you.

Please note: no animals were hurt during this house training lark: traumatised yes, but hurt: no.
Skye is very active (mental) and she can high-five (for food or a cup of tea)
She is obsessed with ball throwing.


The flaming sun throws out its fiery rays
commencing a raging red farewell to the day.
Spotlights cascading, lavishing the earth
creating a spectacle; a sky flushed with light.
Flames ignite, intensifying at the suns descent
flickering, dancing to an imaginary anthem,
the sunsets finale bursts into splendour.
Twilight dampens down the flames,
enveloping the remnants of embers,
stillness; as the dark awaits the moon.