Pause, wait serenely

Your moment to emerge...now

Grasp, take it and run


(5/7/5 syll count)
15th July 2012

a guest
invited to observe
gazing through binocular view
back row seat

a guest
front row of an audience
in partnership
through silent applause

a guest
to meet
at your request
last not least

a guest
special reserve
one week to the next
your rhyme and verse

a guest
no more as before but
red carpet floor
star studded door

Ding ****, go on


ring your bell
create a song
we’ll know so well


lyrical verse, rehearse
your way to the top
don’t stop


bing ****, go on
drum the beat
blast the heat


turn the corner


wing ****, go on
strum it, hum it
burn the tune


create a song
sing along
grab onto it
make a hit

Slipping through the willow curtain
Easing among the leafy overhang
Green sheltering cloak that sways
With an invitation to be my guest

I pass through, broaden my peripheral vision
Turn my cheek and my eyes lock
Pulled toward fierce or friendly
Mottled door, camouflaged grey as a stone

I swivel to listen before leather soles
Respond and move me without guard
I feel fear, uncertain to obey my instinct
Ruining the scene for the ticket holder

The choice it seems is taken from me
Though temporal, the entrance hides...it is coy
The gatehouse of resistance clangs
Its repertoire stumbles but my vision

Knows its route....the pathway falls away
And unwillingness encircles me like a bear hug
I cannot turn or go back, the door makes way
To tumbling steps gaining their advantage

Driven pathway recedes and I stalk the
Shadowy shapes that spill out to paralyse
Locking me to the wall
Solid and comforting yet stalling

The dreaded moment of choice
Invites its gangsters to dine with me
The here and now overwhelming
Its clues forlorn and disadvantaged

Rounding the dark corner of courage
I strengthen my resolve, and
Claim the light I so desire
It throws open a vivid saffron

Vibrant colour penetrates, seeping into me
I wade through this maze of superb
Splendour and I am feathered to the ground.
Book in hand … I gaze toward the.....
                                                           Willow Curtain

Razor sharp
Always ready on the mark
Grit your teeth
Prepare to meet
Sharks and velvet puppeteers

Stiff suits clean cut collars
Spurting jargon to impress
Some other false pretentious scholars
Identically dressed

Fully focussed
Humorous jokers
Turn their backs
Once reached their purpose

Urgently directing to impress
The next unsuspecting guest
Who will help them next?
Meet those targets be the best

Never glancing back or forward
Losing sight of what’s important
They don’t care, are unaware

Your time, has dropped like sand
Amid, the hour glass
Cocooned, caressed, life’s hand,
Gathered grain, moment by moment.

Your time has left, as we stand,
Our eyes no longer glimpsing
Your sand, it shifts leaving us adrift
Drifting, needing your steadying hand
Capturing the sand

Each particle a memory, our way to
Invite and view who..... you were
And are, and yet to be; we wonder how it
Will unfurl like petals waiting to uncurl

Facing your new pathway, each petalled
Pearl dropped before your feet, leading.
Each grain renewed amid the hour glass,
Breathing

So take my hand, rake through the sand
Hold each petal within your hand

keep me
                  safe


on the landing of your
                                                      heart    
          

leave the light on to show the
                                                                           way