Sunset Tryst

for he is just a cowboy

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Please read the other entries, if you get a chance as these folk are amazing.
This is a 1st edit, will re-do once back home. Not a poem..not really anything- just thought.

Apologies for not getting around to reading from last week, especially those that took time out to read mine and comment. Holiday is over tomorrow (fly back home) so situation will be… almost normal. 🙂
 

 

For DVerse – The Poets Pub

Re-worked from 1st Edit.

Worn out boots kick up the dust
my flanks shiver; bridle held in
weather beaten hands, a reassuring
voice “Woah girl, good girl”
I know the human smile
my leg strikes the soil – a welcome
bridle raised, my head held high
metal bit cold, unforgiving
but there is trust- we have a bond
blanket thrown across my back takes
the chill out of my spine
whilst the glow of oil lanterns
attracts the winged night flyers
saddle placed with stirrup straps
the familiar kind old hands I feel
along my belly; cinch the girth strap
leather boot on metal, swinging
one leg over – that’s when I hear you sigh
“Head up girl” your old voice whispers
I walk on into the night
been sometime since we rode when the
sky was almost black
into the hills I forge, my hooves the
only sound we hear and I feel you on the
saddle to the rhythm of my gait
down to the Old Jones brook – I bend to take
a drink – that’s when it changes- when I
hear you fall
master – cowboy – nuzzling your
brow, smelling your hair
your last breath was doing what you loved
riding me, your old grey mare
so I stand just sniffing you for quite
the longest time, not wishing to forsake
you my cowboy… friend of mine

Sight (Part 3) – Poetry

Look at the tulip petals as they slowly unfold

Look at the wedding ring sparkling gold

Look at the clouds as they drift through the sky

Look at expressions of those who walk by

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Look at the leaves curling on trees

Look at the hive that is made by the bees

Look at the spider web woven and glossy

Look at the mother, finger pointing and bossy

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Look at the stars on warm summer nights

Look at the dog with the ball that he bites

Look at the crests of the waves on the beach

Look at the goals that are not out of reach

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Look at the faces of those that smile wide

Look at the glow on the face of a bride

Look on the animals four legged or two

Look at the traveller who waves you adieu

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Look at the butterfly wings coloured and frail

Look at the blind who reads using braille

Look at the flight of the woodland hawk

Look at the child the first time they walk

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Look at the shiny, the dull, old and new

Look at the grass with it’s early morn dew

Look at the trees standing tall in the forests

Look at the sculptures and paintings of artists

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Look at the joy in the faces of lovers

Look at the pain and suffering of beggars

Look at the perfectness of a newly born baby

Look at the kinship you have with your family

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Look at the people who share wealth with the poor

Look at the people who only want more

Look at the sunshine on a hot summers day

Look at the winter snow, slowly drifting away

Sight…a simple thing we sometimes take for granted…sight…sometimes we see but do we actually look

Courtesy Google & goodtoknow.com

Touch (Part 1) Poetry

Touch by hand the subtle things

Touch the child with new born skin

Touch the water in rock pools still

Touch the snow – white frozen chill

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Touch the bark of trees at dark

Touch the glass and leave your mark

Touch the animal that makes you shiver

Touch the stones in the rippling river

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Touch the pen so you may write

Touch the pillow you sleep on at night

Touch the cheek of those who blush

Touch the person whose heart is crushed

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Touch the grass in paddocks green

Touch the nuts of cooked praline

Touch the dust of cooled down ashes

Touch the steel of newly ground axes

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Touch the snail shell after a rainy day

Touch the old wood that built an archway

Touch the covers that warm you each night

Touch the wrongs to make them right

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Touch the water that flows from a tap

Touch the twigs and make them snap

Touch the fabric of clothes that you wear

Touch the heart of friends to show you care

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Touch the old photos and reminisce

Touch the lips that you have kissed

Touch the book with the faded pages

Touch the one you will love for ages

Touch…a simple thing we sometimes take for granted…touch…sometimes we feel but do we ever touch

Courtesy Google & http://free-extras.com

Summer – My Season

My body lies upon the sand and the warmth radiates and envelopes my every pore

I inwardly smile at how I feel, my senses are tingling and alive as I listen to the sounds of the waves tumbling

I have waited all year to feel this way

To be by the ocean to hear its sounds, to smell it

Summer

My hands dig into the soft and gritty like crystals and slowly I let each grain pass through my fingers

My eyes closed my breath draws in to absorb the perfume of the water, the smell of the warmest season

My eyes blink open and I stare to the sky above to watch the clouds dance in the wind that carries them

I watch as birds fly overhead and cry out making themselves known

Summer

So perfect the day the quietness, the stillness around me with only the waves and the sounds of feathered creatures

My mind escapes into the paradise, my thoughts tumble, like the waves they ebb and flow

How perfect, how serene at happiness complete

The seasons that make a difference to my feelings my emotions

Summer

I have waited for the warmth to feel the sand, to hear the ocean, to gaze into the water

I have passed through the cold and wintry months, the time of Spring and Autumn, with summer I am alive

This is my place, this is where I belong

I am content at peace

Summer

Why does this have such a hold on me?

Why am I happiest here?

I cannot say, is it because I am a water sign?

Possibly

Summer

Some places make us feel alive more than others

Being near the water is mine

I have tranquility listening to the waves or stepping amongst the rock pools to watch the life below

I simply belong

Summer

Do you have a place where you belong?

Where your senses come alive

Where the sounds of all around you without an orchestra

Fulfils you and takes you to a place you may only have in your dreams…

Summer

Written whilst listening to Phil Collins “Genesis”