Looking : A Found Poem

#Love #Romance #Poetry

Salford 14th January 2019

another found poem by me via Spike Milligans Box 18

I’ve stopped looking for that diamond

that brightens up my day

the beauty of your eyes

still capture me in the evening light

as we pass each other by

and memories of walking through the daisy patch

still return – fresh in the mind

Charlie

Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?

For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down

Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand

Even though the words in the head I’d planned

a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind

sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind

Catching me out with those dark brown eyes

Occasional glances catch me by surprise

Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near

No more than friends, to me that is clear

Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile

With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile

Dancing on the moon

#octpowrimo

From out of relative darkness

Comes brightness

Was it the moment of clarity

Brought about by the smile of Luna

Or that single moment

When you smiled, at the simple fact

I couldn’t live without you

For now I’m skipping and hopping

Out on the stars

Because of three simple words

Whispered softly in my ear

Plasticine

#octpowrimo #acrostic #people #life

Salford 14th October 2018

People

Look quite solid, when we are born

As we grow up, things change

Shaped by our elders, our teachers, our friends

Then formed by experience

In time, a degree of fluidity comes into play

Creativity, expression, emotion and love

Inscribed onto our characters and

New relationships…creating new

Experiences

Dancing on Air

#octpowrimo

Salford , 10th October 2018

I don’t remember exactly

When my clumbersome feet

Felt lighter than a feather

Perhaps it was walking across fields of flowers

Or watching the squirrels In the local park,

Rolling around in the mounds of freshly cut grass

Or maybe, it was the taste of strawberries in winter,

Hiding away in a little fruit tartlet

Or at most, the moment at that high school dance

Where the girl I had an eye on gave me half a chance

Moments now scattered in the mind, here and there

Moments I was literally dancing on air

Moments of madness

#octpowrimo #obsession #love #madness

Was it the time we first met

That you settled your image in my head

Captivated by those eyes like jewels

And the engaging scent of a summer morning in winter

Your voice is everywhere…even in the silence

And my head turns round, to even the slightest image of you

Could you call it obsession ?

I’d call it possession

For everywhere I look

You’re there

You’ve taken my heart, without need of a knife

And somehow become a part of my life

The letters that were never sent

#octpowrimo

the old writing desk sits

in a sea of vellum , vitriol, and heartfelt tears

words carved by a sharp mind

and even sharper quill

now piled in a heap in the corner

edited highlights travel down the glass cables

but true intention hides away

under the weight of an empty glass

Standstill

Standstill

Time stands still for a while

a second before

i think i caught the eye

of the girl in the polka dot dress

so while everythings frozen in time

i casually make my way over the platform

and pop a message in her bag

will it work?

Time will only tell

Radical Red

 

Revolutionary

an idea – that a colour could influence a change

democratic principles

inked out in radical shades of red

could it be the passions of those men and women wearing it

all across the land, that displays its colour

loud and proud ? Up and down the land ?