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Eyes open, first emotion
Lose the day ahead
Stay in bed
Blotting out creation

Eyes open, first emotion
Push out of bed
Challenge all inside your head
Retain creation

Your choice
Choose it

Eyes open, first emotion
Which move do you make?
It’s yours to take
Sort it

Stop right now
Don’t lose it
Seize the turn
Prove it

With eyes wide open, first emotion
This was the very first poem I wrote....my first tentative attempt....way back.
the stark oak tree stands tall and minimal
no longer bearing its leafy foliage.  

instead a lookout post for the black crows
to swagger on, circling and settling like
pirates looking out to sea.

they are motionless in their duty to stand
guard, fearless is the stance they portray.
black statues on this barren podium.

winged form alights at will and swoops
down onto cushioned green, waiting.  but wheels
on gravel disturb and concentration breaks.

flinging its feathered span it shifts leaving the
ground, heading off ……                                       and gone.

nonetheless, the stark oak waits knowingly,
for their return.
Any kind you like
Black or white
Dark or light
Individually right

Milky, frothy
Extra shot of coffee
Rich full blended
Skinny, slender
Enjoy its splendour

Chocolate coated
Caramel toasted
Full and roasted
Made to measure
For your pleasure

Espresso shocker
Latte, mocha
Cappuccino takers
Coffee makers
Based on personal tasters

Multi-million invention
Saturated intention
On every street corner
Made to order

Coffee
A little light relief from the day's journey....except now I drink tea....ironic.
90 today...you would have reached
This milestone....if it had not been your time.  

Strength to push through had ran out on you
Your 'end of days'.....your personal ordeal
Had caught up and dealt a blow to your wellbeing.

Yet you clung to life for 15 days as I watched
You fade away trying my best to give you what
You needed and keep you safe with your dignity
Intact......in your final hours .

The clinical cocoon became your home, our home
In your 'end of days', where we gathered daily  
At your bedside preventing you from being alone.

Hospital corridors became familiar acquaintances
Gelling our hands to fight the germ war
Testing out the hours to see if they would be
Kind to you and grace you with favours.

We could not change what was meant to be
But we all tried, how we tried, to rally you round
Until you took the decision.....enough was enough.

Your departure broke all ties, you paused whisking
Away your final breath and you.........stopped
Cut free and sailing toward your new destination.

One where we could not follow to hold your hand
Leading the way to ensure your safe arrival.

With the finality of your life's end
You had entered and begun the after life......

It leaves me wondering how you are
If you now know the great secret to......

Your 'end of days'.
It falls on deaf ears, unrequited
A love past up, spun out
But she, wrecked by one glance
From those eyes, clings to the silent
Words emanating from his lips her
Mind creates; stumbling at the pauses
Pushing reminding of untruths
Of unseen corners

He doesn’t need you, yet keeps the
Dialogue channel open, on standby
For his needs, although moved from
Your heart he still holds the key to
Unlock and release.

He doesn’t see your mouth move or
Hear those words desperately
Trying to explain
He picks your bones clean, erasing
Your dreams; the continual round of
On hold, pause and rewind, yet she
Still allows him to hold her captive in
Invisible silken thread that binds and
Gnaws

You are alone in his game and he would
Deny such talk, it does not impact his
World nor collide and jar his heart

What heart, you might say, for recently
Discovered, is captured by another
The announcement declares it so and
You are diminished; merging into the crowd
Of well wishers entangled in their applause
Snared …………….. can’t they see your pale
Complexion grazed by barbed tears.

The room becomes hazy and blurred
It’s hot and clammy in here and you
Need air; mouth opening and closing
Like a fish, gasping to quell the
Sickness of unrequited love
Stare your
Thoughts, dare
with pen
on paper
eyed aloud
The view through the pink window
Blushes pink to satisfy
Employs soft focus the eye cares for
The pink forest aglow
Finds success, the sun shafting through
A vibrant shocking pink porthole
Shoots sharply to the forest floor
On closer inspection it is solid in form
Seemingly impenetrable
I put on my pink lenses
Pressing the pink circle that appears
It is nothing to the touch
Even so, it exists - pure pink
A fascination enclosing
I feel pink warmth
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