Lakeside poem

Pebbles on the shores of time

I was lonely

Until your pebble swept beside mine.

There are many sorts of pebbles, here

Some think the water is something to fear

As it shrouds, it’s easy to come loose

And drift to some new home you didn’t choose.

You cannot grow roots, or fly

So contentment is the only option

As this glistening, silver tongue rolls by.

Clouds mark this tongue when it’s a still canopy

But even when gentle

It reshapes the rougher parts of me

The wind shifts water

And shifts me yet again

Time to go with the flow

And find new friends

There are twigs, too, and sandy jewels

That wink amongst the weed.

But without a doubt

You’re the sweetest pebble

I ever had the pleasure to meet.

NZ Summers…

Once the ciccadas begin their crisp-winged chirp in November, you know you’re in for a good summer season in Kiwi land.  Break out the beers and barbecues, short shorts and mozzie repellent; go camping in a tiny tent and temporarily dislike who you’re camping with because of the cramped conditions, dig for pipis, get drunk and make silly promises, learn to swim or swim ’til your digits turn to prunes…

Here’s my nod to poetry. It’s not entirely my ‘thing’ but I do find my thoughts at least sound a little prettier, as do most people who write poetry. And they say writing is purely masturbatory unless it is shared, so here we go for the plunge. (Water-wings optional).

Warm thoughts

It’s possible to feel more possible

In summer

Decisions are easier to make

When it’s summer

Ice cubes and lawn mowers

Sand pressed into pink buckets

And wardrobe do-overs

Now it’s all about temperature

Your body being free of heavy things

Having and holding browner skin

The wind pushes, white wine cool,

In the spaces between your veins;

You can watch things grow

Into what you planned

And wonder if, when you look inside

Your heart has expanded too

The world is a brighter shade of hope

And it will fit you in

In summer.