The Struggle to Understand

To raise and flatten mountains

To fill and dry up seas

To choose when each leaf lifts

On a softly stirring breeze

 

To mark the fleeting eons

Yet dictate a cell’s decay

To hold the world in orbit

Spinning to pass the day

 

Power wrought by nature

No conscience or regrets

Entropy increases

Obeying laws it sets

 

Is this universal

Across worlds we cannot see?

Begs another question

How can all this be?

Warmth

I’ve reached that point, where all that matters

Is a warm and sunny day

Too often does cold, take bitter hold

And gnaw at my bones like decay

 

When the sun shines, there is some release

From the prison that is my home

I then struggle out, without a clout

With freedom, at last, to roam

 

On winter days, so short and cold

The four walls close in as a vice

Listening aghast, to the weather forecast

Promising snow and ice

 

Bed is sanctuary, where shivers subside

Though my nose asks for cover too

Like Oates to Scott, I know I’m facing my lot

When I briefly pop out to the loo

 

If this land goes to hell, in the proverbial handcart

For the young, I’d feel sorrow in large measure

It isn’t all sad; there’ll be one thing not bad

The heat I’ll enjoy with great pleasure

INSIGHT

Time fades the clarity of young sight

Form and colours, once clear and bright

Now cloudy shapes through opaque lenses

Only real through different senses

 

But there is yet a way to see

Unlocking memories, like a key

Those who look within the mind

Can access images of every kind

 

For age improves the inner eye

Which knows the beauty of days gone by

Recalling scenes of timeless splendour

Precious moments to engender

 

Sun kissed seas of sapphire blues

Northern lights’ ephemeral hues

Distant horizons glowing red

Thunderous storm-skies shaded lead

 

Mists rising in dawn’s early light

Silver-rimmed clouds scudding in flight

Diamond sparkling rainbow dew

Dappled rays shaded canopies through

 

Countless twinkling stars above

A glint in the eyes of one you love

Shimmering heat haze under the sun

A smile on the lips of anyone

An Unexpected Caller

A caller rang the doorbell

Straight way my heartbeat skipped

Who can this be a-ringing

With no visitors on the script

 

The house is so untidy

I haven’t combed my hair

Fish smells linger from the kitchen

The timing’s so unfair

 

No chance to try addressing

The mad jumble of concerns

Again the bell rings threatening

To open my can of worms

 

A moment’s hesitation

Safe this side of the door

Jumping with surprise as

A note flutters to the floor

 

Then footsteps gate-ward tread

As I guiltily scan the card

‘We tried to deliver a parcel today

You must collect it from our yard’