I’m not sure what happens when I write (try to write) poetry, but I seem to lose my sense of humour! Previous postings of poetry included ‘Blackbird’, about growing old, time running out, and of how short our lives really are; and since published in Tick Tock.
This one is no cheerier!
Sometimes the Sun Rises
Sometimes the sun rises and,
You’re filled with a warming glow and
Smile at passing strangers.
A babbling brook runs through your veins
Frolicking like children at play.
A glassful of tickling like hares skittering the meadow.
Vision bright as stars, crystal unveiled.
I see your hot gold, heart gold,
Mother’s arms around a child gold.
And against the laws of physics an umbilical cord unseen,
Ties me to you
Sometimes it is darkness
Your innards rent like a scud missile
A sour, wet blanket of bleak mid-winter
Freezing your tears before they emerge
(Ashes cling to those that do).
Insides collapse and tumble.
The terrorist lurks in cloudy folds,
Scratching, picking, stabbing, pecking the sore.
Lost time, flat-line, black bells chime,
No safety line to pull you to the shore.
And the unseen cord,
Ties me to you
But Sometimes, the Sun rises and,
Your cheeks shine with roses,
At the chuckle of an infant.
Joy like a swelling tide floods your limbs.
Wagging the dog’s tail.
Rolling of giggling piglets in the slippering mud.
Comfortable as a sausage in its skin,
I feel your tender warm, sweet warm
Lover’s arms around a dearest warm.
And against the laws of physics,
No matter how far away,
An umbilical cord unseen,
Ties me to you.
So there you go, Have a Nice Day!