Wondering out loud,
Turtles notice and nod their dismay,
half crouched in the waters of a time long ago.
We will never know their song.
Streaming sun filters through empty bark,
the grass tickled their nostrils ,when alive.
Murmuring to ourselves,
‘Do we know each other any better?’
Steeped in richer colours, diluted with salt water
the turtles wave and pass us by.
Aqua marine cushions the buoyancy,
of blue sobriety and deft will.
Cooling warmth shocks azure shored notions,
stirring images that ripple to their edge.
Photographic stills, lost to negativity, means
development lies drying on the ocean’s floor.
Streaming sun furiously burrows the flimsy film
breathing deeply itself.
It drowns like everyone else.
Will we ever be any different?
Cascades of falling surf diminish our reprieve,
as the turtles have moved on and said goodbye
He hears words tumble then fade,
crash-landing far away from better days.
Alone in there somewhere and out of reach,
Holding his head as words fail to breach,
he removes the rainbow from inside his mind
and dares to look again to see her try –
as her words cry out for more,
but with great surprise –
he watches her disappear.
I shout words, tremble and shake,
You seem so very lost inside their quake,
Shimmering in the mirror, a forsaken voice
Is that really us in there and without the benefit of choice?
Remove the rainbow from behind fake eyes
And me, the pink tattered ribbon of my deep disguise
If only just to see –
that my feet don’t dance anymore,
I dare to look again –
and with no great surprise,
I watch you disappear.
White doves; lace of surf
Flapping towards the shoreline
Ebb and flow as tide
Deathly shadow lurks
Doe eyes leave the stream’s nurture
Stealth meets fleeting hooves
co author Dorna Hainds
Birds form a rainbow
A fan of dancing peacocks
Under golden rain
Peacocks dancing in circles
Morning has begun
The Dandelion’s Kiss by Lubesh
Tiny kisses fly
floating on sun dried breezes
Touching my soft lips
The Dandelion by Dorna Hainds
Tumbling dandelions dance
Under swaying stars
Co written with Dorna Hainds
Sweep and stain tomorrow’s sun
Is there a new day?
Bakes our broken promises
Ashes to ashes
Shelter from tomorrow’s lies
Daubed with a blue wash