Upon a moonlit beam

When i sit and simply “be”,

elastic time begins to fray.

The heat of being in the “now”

expands my space

– and suddenly –

i sit within fluidity

that sings of fractals without end,

of harmonies that blend,

that intertwine with hearts embrace

while dancing with a friend –

upon a moonlit beam –

again!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Shock’s denial

News – it knocks upon my door.

It barges in and makes me cringe.

The world was calm and then became

a place of turmoil – full of pain.

Words can spell out shock’s denial.

The fear – it swamps and crushes style!

The dread of what may soon become,

denies me peace yet leaves me numb.

So I cling to hearts that care.

They hold me safe when I don’t dare.

They calmly sing and stoke my brave,

as I grip myself – while still I rave!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A gentle soul

A gentle soul extends her heart while all around the world betrays.

This soul breathes life and deeply gives far more than she can brave.

The mystery’s great – could be sublime, that in the dust of dirt, this beauty shines.

Her embrace soothes and then exudes the presence of a grace,

that flows from living streams and shifts eternity to breathe it within clay.

 

Her face – it incandesces bright.

Her touch – like living in the light.

Her eyes – like wells that make you swoon.

Her voice – its cadence lifts a tune.

Her presence – so far beyond the grave.

Her life – is shared so all my crave.

 

A gentle soul, she flows out of who she’s chosen.

I can be hurt and curl up hard, defending wounds deep ache,

or,  I can sing and breathe as she, to be, so care-fee giving life.

My choice today, to cancel hatred’s claim, to dance again in life’s great flame,

to live deliciously, and join a gentle soul and dance again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Beauty deep within

Comfort, it just feels good!

Things are ordered and controlled,

as in my world, what’s nice hugs tight!

 

Smooth things flow like silk.

Beauty covers what once was dirt,

and I forget the dust from whence I came.

 

Clean is a delight in a dirt filled world.

Bright colours sing, coating grey water’s swirl,

until need shatters the veneer of my ease.

 

Moments rise that define the essence of delight.

Ephemeral magic dissolves as day dawns bright.

Does beauty reside deep within or ride upon the wind?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

As a child

Paper planes, they sure can soar.

They flip and play as breezes flow.

So kids can jump and then they squeal,

as bright sky hugs these plane’s that fly.

 

A rope’s an imaginary anchor for a pirate ship at sea,

but also serves to hang upon when swinging from a tree.

 

Things that flash,

that spin and swirl,

invite a child’s mind

to twirl.

Now I’m a child-

and laugh transparently.

What joy it is to play

as wonder sings in me.

 

– And so –

 

The hint of kiss within eternity

lights life as I sip upon my tea.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Street vendor

People gather,

then they chatter,

round what looks  to be a basket.

Local seller

her name’s Mariela,

has a charm that makes her stellar.

Fruit that’s juicy,

greens so fresh,

and her smile just makes me grin!

So while standing-

we all must visit,

neath the shade – it’s quite exquisite.

Until the moment

when i’m choosing,

veggies crisp, I’ll soon be eating.

 

Then-

 

whiff’s impression

rises smoothly,

spilling from this pan now steaming.

Children gather,

some may shove,

seeking meal’s gift flavoured with love.

Author – Bill Tidsbury