The time is now.

The time is now
The sun has risen
The dawn has broken
Night has turned her other cheek
She blankets the other half in her darkness
You have been blessed, once more, to see the sky
To take in that breath, to open those eyes
What will you do with this day?
For tomorrow is never a promise
A “maybe” (at best).
Will you languorously while the hours away?
Or will you “seize” it, as they so love to say?
Whatever it is you choose to do
This fleeting moment here is all we ever really have
The time is now.

Poem Number Eight

Flotsam and jetsam
The remainders of the shipwreck of my heart

You, the feckless captain
jumped ship long ago
Swimming away to sin on shores unknown

The sun keeps on rising and setting
Setting, rising
Rising, setting
A certainty we can rely on

Yet here I stay
A wreck
Laying, prone, on this unforgiving reef
Of spent and squandered lust

A sea of my own making
Around me, ebbs, flows

How quickly can a broken heart take anchor?
I’d really like to know

Poem Number Six

Find comfort in the small things
The Sunday morning rain as it smears your window pane
A lovers breath on cheek as the night brings such sweet promise of sleep
When all seems to have gone astray
There’s always another way to think, to feel
In this very moment you emanate life
This moment is all we ever really have

Poem Number Four

Please let me be present. To feel the things I am meant to.

I’ve never asked for your advice. Never listened to a word you have said.

What makes you think I’ll ever care? All you do is whisper, judge, stare.

Life is a journey. This, they always seem to say.

Your advice is the baggage. Unwanted and unclaimed.

Poem Number Three

We were thinking of you
As we sat by the shore
Drinking the wine you bottled years before
The blackberry wine, tart yet sweet
That you swore to always a promise, keep
Your boat had set sail, eons ago
Where you both lay now, nobody knows
Each moment we come closer to saying goodbye
“Adieu” to a love, fast-fading
But will never truly die
And as we savoured those last droplets of wine
With contentment on our lips, we sighed
Because I was yours
And you were mine.