River, lazy river

15th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

I took my eyes
a long way to the river.
Standing alone,
I felt the thinness
the warmth and the cold
of the darkness.
Everything was awake
and nothing came as a surprise.
I pondered an eye,
your beauty on this cold night.
And everything escaped
beyond the horizon.

A Love on Valentines Day

14th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

The rushing belt of the sea,
calls me to you, pale blind.
The dark nights,
frenzied like a bee.
Can only yearn to look
into your luminous eyes.
And taste your body,
so sweet and difinitive.

Nests made of clouds

13th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A solitary river flows,
thin like the willow tree.
Yet, full of grace and beauty.
The shivering sparrows
wake from their winter dreams.
Scarlet swirls, dance in time.
And in my dreams,
there are no cries.
Just stars, that sparkle
in trees of love.

First spring flowers

12th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Now the winter sun
feigns a truth.
And wearing the white
robes of a queen.
The early spring flowers
sneak through the
arms of the night.
The whisperings
of earthquakes,
are at hand.
And all of natures
nerves, are laid bare.

Journeys end

11th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

But there’s an art
to labelling people.
In case you hadn’t noticed.
Just believe strongly
in what you are saying.
And wear the words
of yesterday,
over and over again.
Tiptoeing around
the shells of love and pain.
And every morning,
watching the magpies
steal the shiny things.

Darkness descendsand death dances

10th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

These days the clouds
are making noise.
And love is hard to get.
On full moon nights,
couples secretly
come together –
murmuring their love talk.
Each seeking new
taste and texture.
As their tongues unfold,
the clouds dark and fluttering,
contemplate our
lover’s destruction.
And once again,
bring the winds
from the ancient tombs.
The departing sun smiles,
having seen this all before.
Moving on to another place,
where the twilight
silences the statues,
from the good old days.

To contemplation

9th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

From noise-full streets,
time to move on.
Let me review the scene.
In the winter,
the window is closed.
In the summer, only half-open.
No room for a welcome space.
Last night, I had a dream.
Full of intimate and open cheer.
Now, I will find a place
to repeat the dream.
A place to see the road
wide and narrow.
And dreams no longer
transfixed with pain.

As you please

8th Feb 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

It seems to me
the virus is an ancient god.
Keeping everyone awake
and wearing pajamas.
Sickness and foreheads wet.
No kissing, before
or after lunch.
Even the words of the poets,
moulded into pliable meanings.
And of the cheerful air?
There is a realm,
in which to remember.
A place, to learn again.
Come, let’s go.