Poems for Sunday
Odds and ends - about love, finding beauty, feeling empty and glorious nature
Patches
I tried to darn a dying love
With memories of riches
Hoped things we’d said in days of bed
Would hold as makeshift stitches
But sometimes you outgrow someone
And fail to notice it
At first, they contour as a glove
One day, it doesn’t fit
The past is gone, it can’t be saved
It’s way beyond repair
It’s come undone, the fabric worn
I do not sew with care
My fingers ache, I make mistakes
Contort from repetition
The patterns made are fluffed and frayed
Beyond my recognition
I can’t unravel, start again
But shall retrieve my golden thread
For life is but a patchwork quilt
And I have many squares ahead
Make room for beauty
Make room for Beauty.
You may think you have no space
If that’s true, convert your attic heart!
Strip it of darkness, add windows
.
Position yourself so you can see the sun rising
Hear birds lemon and liming their sky squawk through you
See time hang loose on branches, lucky charm
To be plucked and gazed at, ripe chance
But only momentarily
Because it begs with blush to be gone
Enjoyed.
.
Make more room for Beauty!
Bring in rustic magnolia jugs
Chipped as nail polish on an elderly gypsy
Fill them with burgundy Sweet Williams
Have their scent caress your inner arm
Visitors in thick brocade
.
Adorn your crumbling walls with Beauty
Paste possibility that curves as a peach, sings as a finch
Climbing clematis that curdles doubting demons in her cream, elevates your angels
But also, remember Beauty is here right now
See Beauty present, sitting quiet as a nursing mother
Wondering if you notice her
Smile, say hi.
Admire the infant, but don’t tell her she looks tired.
Tell her right now is beautiful.
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Host Beauty as a long lost friend
The one you met just once, half a lifetime ago,
But knew you’d find again, wandering star.
Let her in at the door, know she will mend you
With fraying string and a large eyed needle you never knew you had
.
Make Beauty your cause
Champion her!
Have her gate crash your house
Rambunctious teenage party
Taking over with her noise, colour, texture
Vibrancy
Let her twist, thrust and slow dance
Before allowing her to chill
On a sequinned, velvet floor cushion
By a lava lamp, listening to The Doors
And
When Beauty has taken over everything you own
Allow her to breed!
Have her make babies to be adopted by those
Who also need to see her face
.
They may birth as petals of black dahlia
Crooked limbs of a three legged stool
Or the splatter of fried eggs jumping high as happy dogs to greet you
But you will know Beauty and her offspring anywhere.
And they will always be welcome
The doll with cold eyes
Vacant mannequin mother
Lips bled dry of their red
Duties rattle as marbles
Whistling hot kettle head
Words tumble as dice
As her soul slowly rots
Banished to the ice tower
Dreams of flames are forgotten
She can mimic expressions
Say all the right things
Function like clockwork
Whilst clipped of her wings
He stares at her face
Yet somehow doesn’t see her
Waiting hammer sways, inches
From porcelain demeanour
He knows it’s a sham
Barbed gaze carving right through him
Wishes it could revert
To when love was brand new
But her blinkers are off
Playpen maggots now flies
The best she can give
Is the doll with cold eyes
The View
Heaven tended pasture
Bent hillsides as a green spoon
A banquet of lush vista
For greedy eyes to consume
Who is this artful master
Sends each mute cloud as pale hound
To lap up scraps of humdrum
Suck pearl drops to the foreground
Patches! xxx
💙 these. Patches my favourite 🙏💙
💙 the weaving of your words in all of them and I love the descriptions I.e bent hillsides as a green spoon...
And of course words that your rarely hear...
'Rambunctious' 💙