On my own…..

first autumn rain
a poem on my cell phone
a plane leaving soon

There can never be too much love
the best hours are dawn and dusk
learn to love avocado as soon as you can
If you wake, wanting to fly to a strange land
trust yourself and book that flight
before you change your mind
face fear, and laugh
happiness is as close as a smile
short hair is just wrong
age is beautiful
burn candles often
and have bonfires
celebrate morning
plant tree’s
listen to children
they have wisdom we have forgotten
learn that when things go wrong
they are just signposts
pointing you in the right direction
buy at least one set of
Egyptian cotton sheets
have the biggest bed you can
even if you are only 5’2”
take time to sleep alone
play guitar to your pets goats
by moonlight
swim in the sea and the rivers
stand under waterfalls
drink only freshly ground coffee
buy good olive oil
walk on the beach in a storm
never be afraid to be who you are
say I love you as soon as you know
live your passion
for all we have is now…..

Perfectly ripe avocado
topped with
red lush tomatoes
and pungent just picked basil

Willows laced with pale leaf
soon to become
alive with autumn flame

Fresh prunings
on the bonfire
drying golden in the sun
ready to blaze

My heart
before we met
and passion
became my master

You climb into the bed
turn away from me

Pull the blankets
close around your shoulders

Never was silence
more deafening

Arriving in a land
where noone knows you
have you really arrived at all
or just lost
non existence
in a sky blue hole
between the last place and this one
it feels like a dream
noone see’s you in the dreamscape
but you watch them
through gauzy cloud curtains
or ragged gaps
between branches
you can hear them
but you don’t understand their language
so not wishing to be rude
you wait
for a sign
that its ok
to come out of hiding

How did it feel
back then
hearing that
big yellow taxi
outside your door
clapping to
Mr Tambourine man
riding that  famous express
to never ending
nights in white satin
it must have been
like a very holy orgasm
knowing that out there
people were living this dream
of peace that John Lennon sang about
singing of secrets
you only thought of undercover
or lying in fields of daisies
slightly drunk from the sun
and no school
FREEDOM from guilt
from the daily monotone
Its all good buddy
Hey…. man
Join the revolution!!
Put flowers in your hair
and kick of your shoes
hold out your hands
to catch the love
pouring from the airwaves
in all its whiter shades of pale
angelic harmonies
and string bands…
mellowing with
Crosby Stills Nash and Young
soaring with The Eagles
and recognising the truth
with Dylan
I was born too late for Janis and Jimi
but I remember
how I felt
when I first heard
Patti Smith’s sing very clearly
Jesus died for somebody’s sins
but not mine…..

I know you that you really want me baby
Oh yeah, I know that you really want me baby
but you’re too cold, to turn on ya fire…no not even for me

I’d say it’s good, it’s good to see you again.
ya hear I’d say its good , it’s good to see you again
but hey baby, you can see… I aint got no shortage of men

And don’t ya come here with that good red wine
No don’t ya come here with that good red wine
Cos I’m over ya baby and I’m a doing just fine

You know how to love me and how to make me feel good
Oh yeah ya know how to love me, and how to make me feel good
but ya hearts too cold and ya head is made  out of wood

Oh no I really don’t need you, I don’t need you no more..
I said no, I really don’t need, I don’t need you anymore
You broke my poor heart, now get the hell away from ma door…

I said… get the hell away..from ma door….

I remember the dawn
even though it was evening
in a crowded bar.

The sun rose
on a humid heavy  day
and I saw a cloud
in the shape of a heart,
and took it as an omen.
Like the stone I found by the river
the day you didnt get naked.

It was scorching at midday
I, tortured and writhing in pain.
In lust
and desire to feast,
but you pretended you were
above such things as hunger and agony.
Oh so cool,
in spite of it being 30 degrees
and well past your lunchtime.
But I knew
all about baiting and waiting…
I wasn’t fooled,
just ravenous.

As the sun got lower in the sky
my feelings mellowed,
I found a few crumbs
and ignored the dull ache.
When the pain stopped
I no longer wanted food.

I didn’t want to watch the sunset
from the beach
that was just too much to ask
even for you…
I watch Shakespeare’s players
with their entrances and exits
as distraction…

The sunset is still waiting,
hesitant to perform
to an empty theatre.
Hung between day and night
until I can watch it sink
into the sea
and turn away.
Ready to face a new dawn.

There were seven men
who baked me wonderful bread
One fathered my children
One employed me as his chauffeur
One took me to Dylan Thomas’ birthplace
One wrote a poem about the moon
One wove me a tiny basket of flax and shells
One brought me rocks and ground his own wheat
One grew songs from my words
They all made me laugh
and two made me cry
but only one broke my heart

A Story of a Goat

Looking through treasures
gleaned from the night
while remembering pre-dawn
conversations with the Moon

I adore this world

of those who are loving
of those who make me laugh
and cry and dream
until I believe in freedom

New adventures
are born in my soul
where I feel the force
of a great life spirit
this energy within me
creating peace and thanks

Just listen to the new morning!

I play with a magical tarot deck
learn spiritual colours
and see the true beauty
of an autumn woodstack
I catch the scent of midwinter
stirring gorgeous garlic greens
making soup
and happiness

Joy makes me think of the story
of the goat being a goat
because thats what goats do best
My heart soars up
from a trampoline
sprung tight with emotion
as I realise
the simple ways
of true contentment