15.10.15

Realist, analyst, questioner of the family

Humanity tires you, 

animals and toys suffice

Your observations are razor sharp

Light blonde no nonsense strength

Child of the undisturbed,

Born by the ocean

A light heart shining baby

A wide eyed child, world affected 

Your world is not day dreamed

My cerebral child

Your feet firm, as strong as your views, a finely tuned mind

You possess such an intensity of vision, therefore fear too much

An ancestry sets in you, beyond me

A canon on the farm, statues, pictures

You dissect them effortlessly, tirelessly

Cultivated by the farmland forest

Affection so hard won

Loyalty so stalwart

Your mother tries to meander, avoiding potholes

Slowly swerving for any bumps on your particular road.

Land Lighthouse

The days are long, seamless sunlit scenes

And then, abruptly, night

Darkness descends with force and speed

We are left floating in a land

Swimming underneath stars

Seeing nothing but the pin pricks of light above

Unexpectedly in the night

A faded consistent light 

On the horizon

Steady in its yellow comfort

A landmark far away

Signalling life in the night

A table lit for dinner

Familial discussion

A homestead in this lonely desert.

Middle Earth

It was mine,
Between the extreme land beyond the border
And the tamed land left behind
It belonged to me, as much as land can belong.

It was a temperate, beautiful, prospering place
Where seasons bloomed, fires burned, cattle walked
Tractors slowly frontiered the boundaries,
And at sunset, it was a kingdom,
Birds settled the day, stars came, and went
Moons waved, and went
Extremes came
Cold, rain for weeks
Green trees
Too many leaves
A mild mannered temperament kept within
Tea at dawn,
Slow movements, nest egg belonging
Hard to notice, smart to leave alone
A soft place,
Medium heat, well placed
Left to simmer
Forever

Framed

I mounted the painting
crows tossed by the wind
over the swaying wheat field
seeking an appropriate frame
a frame to hold these lonely wheat sheaves
these suspended birds

Lost and Longing

I spent my dreams on you

I spent my childhood with you

reflections of stars stayed above you

I wasted hours next to you

daylight broke behind you

smiles became laughter thanks to you

nightmares broke the night underneath you

I ran across mud puddles in front of you

Now

 I spend days, hours;  life without you.