Friday, 19 November 2010

Out of the Blue.



Yesterday  saw a kingfisher
by the shoreline at half tide
how unusual I thought
as I chain smoked
and dived for pearls,
swam against currents
and gasped for air.
Followed instinct
stayed calm
carried on,
removed all labels
passed admission wards
moved beyond breakdown
and blanket exhortations.
Later avoided the news
inhaled deep breaths instead,
reached out for her soft touch
in the twilight healed ourselves,
practiced containment locked all doors.
Ah Love is a warm drug
keeps us on track,
imposes no conditions
no holding back.
Offers endless beginnings
in the morning bubbling
leaves fingerprinted petals
at the scene of the crime.

2 comments:

  1. thanks, sometimes I find the best thought is that, so I often leave my poems completely unedited.
    regards.

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