Late summer sunset

gazing down at the falling field
allowed to grow uninterrupted
in it’s quest to touch the depleting light
we all sit silently

the smoke from an earlier cigarette
still lingers in the full leafed tree above
as cold cider takes its place upon our lips
and down our sun-kissed throats

the waves roll in not far beyond the gaggle of trees
that lay at the foot of this shrinking mound
we ponder down in the early hours to see
what has been delivered by the high tide

Seeing them again

seeing them again

a spark exploded for a moment inside 

when i saw them burst toward the platform

suitcases in tow

some people deserve the smiles they wear 

they restore joy where little remains.

i dream of a world where this is not an uncommon site

Sunday Rummage on Brick Lane

perusing,
shifting,
lifting,
placing,
flicking,
bending,
gazing,
thinking,
gathering,  

holding,
staring

…

gracing the pavements with our hungover footsteps

the sights and the sounds energise all those around

starving stomachs grow hungrier by the eclectic smell 

drifting in and out of those gathered like a sneaky centipede

Let me see

let me see 

your eyes gleam brightly

your frown cast cheekily 
your hands placed carefully
your ears poised readily 
your feet stood painlessly 
your fingers grasped softly 
your hair blown carelessly
your skin held loosely 
your clothes draped honestly
your smile worn proudly

Cope

howling at the wind
takes me deeper into their vast caves
where thoughts have little purpose
and ideas are shrunk until non- visible

ears are canon fodder
and ache each new day
i hope to not cause any lasting damage

oh please let them play together
grow wiser and able
to understand what it is to loose sight
and regain it

Jump

Jump up high
and see them bounce
to places deemed unreachable
before

let them hold on tight 
to their diamonds
cultivate them until 
they are ready to take their own leap 
off coasts far and high 
to ease softly down 
onto a quilted pillow 
where they can feel their most secure

Hit the deck

sit on the floor, don’t stand and rock

rest your loyal pins 

for they hold you day after day

feel secure beneath the coats of others

where the world looks so different   

a delight for your dilating pupils

become one with the deck that carries 

you toward a place where drinks

cloud the unresolved

Digits

we sit and pray to the shining gods that

sit in our hands that once touched tactile worlds,

now merely aid as a rake to gather our diamonds 

and distribute them to this fantasy world

it’s response is often little more than a

‘thumbs up’

Adapt

open your eyes 

as wide as they go

and see the change 

around you

except what’s new

breathe it in 

alter your ways

develop 

Let’s go

let’s get the next flight out of here

let’s pack a bag, call a cab, get out of here

let’s hop on board, destination anywhere but here

let’s forget what has stifled our minds for too long

let’s forget about here 

for now

forever

let’s go create brand new

is that not what we are,

creators

makers

diamond re-leasers?