a poem for nearly

I nearly completed all the days

of poems in April’s haze.

I nearly completed all the tasks

of life that won’t leave me at half mast.

I nearly committed to complete

a job that at first seemed so neat.

I’m nearly becoming the person

I truly wanted to be.

 

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NaPoWriMo 2018 day 26: Senses of Spring

 

Come see with me, as the spring light fades,

a delicate pale dusk that hints at May,

a gentle hue that shimmers through

the retreating winter mists.

 

Come hear with me, as the birds make nests,

a caw and cackle from beaks unseen,

above me the drone of planes in flight,

beside me the sounds of nature stirring.

 

Come smell with me, as mowers emerge

from musty mould of damp old sheds,

to give a lawn its first shear of the year,

the encouraging scent of freshly chopped grass.

 

Come feel with me, the patio touch

of a lilac cushion, smooth bumps of rattan,

a still cool breeze upon the skin,

as fingers graze the pot-plant petals.

 

Come taste with me, this springtime zest,

let ice-chilled soda sparkle your throat,

the tang of past no longer bitter,

now savour feeling alive.

 

NaPoWriMo 2018 day 25: remember to keep an open heart

 

Remember what it’s like to sew your heart:

when you feel alone, yet yearn for love.

Stress will charge your fears, your pulse,

you forget to attach to what’s above.

 

A sewn-up heart has self-righteous thoughts

of revenge and shame and guilt,

the threads of life tie you up in knots,

you forget the power of your patchwork quilt.

 

Remember what it’s like to open your heart,

when you’re a blanket of multi colour,

resplendent in your everyday weeds,

ready to clothe and soothe the other.

 

Be forever open to heal your hurts,

 undo that stitch, untie that knot,

challenge the feel of being hemmed in.

Don’t let life be a chance forgot.

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NaPoWriMo 2018 day 19: a poem for April heat

 

Heat today, hottest April record,

left garden scorching, plants wilting:

pot plant bowed head, thirst making humble.

 

Heat relentless, leaving sweat on brows,

blisters on hastily sandalled feet.

 

Sun’s heat, all invading:

down necks, armpits pools of

awkward, seeping sweat,

other flesh clammy to touch.

 

Sunshine welcome, lifting mood.

Heat dense, suffocating, sucking:

creating craving for whirl of air.

 

Weeds grow, inch by hourly inch,

loving power, stealth through hedgerow.

 

Spring here:

“hurrah”