Poem 56

 seven years gone

our northern star

galaxies of exuberance

our love never ends

dancing, dancing with abandon

like a pixie

dream baby dream

of new zealand

a spark, an intention

in intercontinental letters

a promise, a future

cut short

stories of dresses and skirts

asymmetrical coats

in your patio

filled with tulips

overlooking the river

late at night, or was it dawn?

you too had a patio

and you both

the brightest of us

with that smile,

yours and hers

of joy and wonder

she was pure in heart and soul

you were mischievous

and a tease

wild too you both

35 minus 7 is 28

too long, too close

h broke the news

she brought them

scribbled from afar

no, it cannot be

why? there is no why

i bite my pillow

someone wrote

on my notebook

nothing matters

in the face of death

but it does, doesn’t it?

your drums, muffled

her heart, not beating

alive in us

the message board reads

“they are dead” but,

by now, you have met

and i bet, like each other

Poem 55

you have my brother’s name and my grandad’s smile

he’s your dad, isn’t he?

in the tree lined street a lady passes by

a gate on her way to the garage facing the sea

to meet her lover

like charles, her offspring saw mary

at a party, never wanting to leave her

but he must, for playing antony and cleopatra

with mary would defy the deities, convention and belief

and like cleopatra in a tiny locked room with antony and

caesar, mary must pretend she does not know him

seasons went by, wrinkles appeared

the lover now old and forgetful no longer recalls

those days

when her offspring, on his way to school

passed by the gate

behind which, unknown to him

little mary played with her rubber duck

so close, so far away, at the same café table

for convention must be uphold

charles and mary talk, as if nothing was

Poem 54

for those who’ve taken the blows of life

the white leather couch of memory

resembles a long forgotten

soft landing of safety

even when replacing

someone missed

wrapped arms offer unconditional love

kept a secret, broken in 00s

enticing with sound wonders

behind a palace of glass

nearly revealing an old promise

of unspoken trust

vanquished temptation

trackmarks of sorrow

framed in a black and white picture

hanging on the wall

sheltering decades long feelings

still standing, still performing

still carry on living

from a night of much

after lights fading on the hallway

one step of a time

hands reaching almost too far

to the present where bliss

is for one

and a web of dark green to the other

now, so, so far from being upstanding

the trail of a hurricane moved east

away from field recordings

and streams of car lights

hidden from the wife and boys

with a perfect fifth girl

who never missed a chord

from here, it all seems disastrous

such a waste, my love

Poem 53

october wind, muted pain

dripping, dripping

red clots on the floorboards

i have no favourites, i really don’t

you claim

but in fine print

you always choose a few

when the ordeal was over

my parents went to pick up my clothes

and i never went back

to the longed warmness

in truth unexistent

a mirage

flying high

800 miles per hour

a vertical takeoff

thundering through the sky

nothing on land

mum and child

long gone

it’s life, i know

and your baby is grown up now

she found peace

and solace in dancing

whilst you still tour around

looking to find

a place to belong to

by the river you tried to settle

even if i’ve taken you out

sightseeing mason wonders

and see you soon

you whispered

on a rainy night embrace

with old songs holding us 

so far,

restlessness and fear own