DIVING DEEP

Seal like she slipped, into the dark,

yet again, avoided the shark.

So deep she dived with skill and grace,
a wet silver, lit her pale face.


Time passed, a swift shadowed hand,
of silence, over her midnight land.

Tears fell, fell soft, as warm rain,
so deep she dived, and fled the shark again.

Tushie   18/11/12


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FAR AWAY

What did I search for that night, far out over the sea;
waited with begged breath, for it to come to me?
What was it I hoped for, all those long years ago?
I think I have the answer, but still, it's not easy to know.

What was the silence, I waltzed in, all on my own?
It was so full of mystery, and yet, I was, there alone.
That night when the full moon hung heavy, over the silent sea,
how cherished I felt, as the moon, dreamed deeply, over me.

The sea so still, so secret, no sound, a cloudless sky.
Far off a phantom echo, I tried to catch, as it shivered by.
Leaves of gold light shimmered on those waters dark,
as stars, splintered wildly, piercing my questing heart.

Tushie   15/11/12

ONCE UPON A DAY

Once upon a day, a long time ago,
a fairy visited me, she said this, that, and so.
Because her kind  words, promised me so much,
I then promised her, I'd never, never,  rush.

Many years passed, and I moved so slow,
at times, folk thought I was asleep, but oh no!
I was merely keeping, my promise made in the past,
and will do so, for ever more, so the fairy's words will last.

Tushie   4/11/12

FULL OF BREATH

Birth of breath and delight,
born from dark, and then light,
let the sounds soar of soul,
swell, with new, welcome old.

Let words, sights and sounds,
take earth in greenest grounds,
then spring forth with new life,
bated breath, bloom, take, full flight.

Tushie.

VISITING BLUNDER-THUNDERLAND

I'm going to an end of year party,
full of frogs, fantasy,  both sad and hearty.
I'm all dressed up for my final part;
and I know, to be there from the start.

Past parties were always strange affairs,
but from now on, who really cares?
Not me! and I'm the very first to say,
this is the last! strange party I'll  EVER attend, TODAY!!

Tushie   5/11/12

HANDFULS OF BREATH

The inner and the outer, are so darned close.
I sometimes wonder which I love the most!
Those days of black and white, were not a good idea,
those days, made possibilities, fade and disappear.

See me stretch and reach,  far as ever I can,
not that I have a set, laid out, plot or plan.
Unless of course, it counts, to paint all hurt away,
which I did in handfuls as I painted with breath to day.

Tushie   3/11/12

ON OUR WAY

We're going on a journey,
we won't be very long.

It's just along the track a bit,
the melody of a song,

is leading us to where, we want to be,
the two of us together, in perfect harmony.

Tushie   3/11/12