A birthday poem..to very a special person 🙏
 
I tried,
but there’s no easy
way out of here.
This love grasps
the despair, and will not let go.
A second birth,
with aching arms and
torch kisses.
And in that summer,
a bolt of blue
hugging me back.
Seeping through the clouds
to warm my heart.

Sadness and loss are part of life. A short poem written whilst walking around the city yesterday.
 
Along the roadside,
faded summer grasses –
all that remains
of those splendid dreams.
 
“When, when” I sighed –
those freezing nights to pass.
Tears in my eyes,
just thinking of you.

From time to time,
love gives rest
to a troubled soul.
An everlasting summer,
soft lips upon mine.
I adore the sensation
and inhaled the stars.

A restless night…I woke early and wrote this poem.

The curtains are waving
and the dogs barking –
with far too much sound.
Summer, has almost given up-
only the empty bottles left now.
And I keep thinking,
of how it used to be.
The sounds of human life
dancing, glowing and glistening.
Before it all disappeared,
very quickly.
I know I want mad, then –
and couldn’t streighten up.
Nothing else appeared OK,
and sadness dripped
like water beads.
Most things just don’t work.
Now, I forget, I remember –
heroes and ants falling
like cherry petals.
And a new soul touches mine,
embers of old love quenched.
For now, the nearest thing
to being alive.

Steve Reich, heard too often –
in hot summer windows
and coffin filled rooms.
Always something
unacceptable, you said.
Going down the street,
to Donutes – untouched by false loves.
I have everything, and nothing.
‘Anything?’, you ask.
And not even a dead fly,
lying around.

I turned the radio on,
AC/DC were playing –
breaking cans
against the walls.

I thought, I have a life –
better than this.
Ripped with moans
of delight.

But then,no roses, no forests.
And a woman,
alone with her life.
Maybe, I was wrong?

This long, long road
that leads me to you.
A trace of her,
and colour of loss.
 
But you, different –
radiant and careless.
A taste of plum rain,
all summer long
 
Our lives, now touch –
one heart – a blazing
basin of sun fire.
Will you too, leave?

I have learnt from personal experience that impermanence is part of life. This poem is about impermanence..🙏

Sitting in a rented room,
sleep-drugged and alone.
I write continually,
spraying words of love. –
trying not to read
between the lines.
Listening to Van Morrison,
sing “Sweet Thing” –
that touch leaves me –
that kiss still intimidating.
Right now, I wish
I had something to give.
But the same long days
and long nights are ahead.

A short poem I wrote this morning.
 
The way you smile
in September sun.
The way you touch me.
a hold between stars.
Who can understand?
this longing –
and butterfly path?

I think vaguely of Buddha,
sitting under a tree –
wandering why?
And then,
my mind switches –
to chasing the butterflies
on your dress.
As if by magic,
we find ourselves
on a rooftop –
with a quick
and clever wind.
And the way
you looked at me,
with those spies
on the 42nd floor –
watching everything.
The glory, of a Friday
evening in Kaohsiung.