Junctions

The road I travelled just made me fly.

I journeyed through some mountains rare.

But then I came to find it stopped!

There was no road ahead.

I could turn off towards the left –

it’d take me off to who knows where!

Yet too I had an option speak to me

to seek the right which led me back

to places where I could expand

and be myself, yet more.

 

And there I sat, I made no choice!

I could not choose that which is unknown.

I dithered often, but still was stuck

within a car that once had run

with furious pleasure yet now was trapped,

just sitting waiting as my heart felt torn.

I woke up to a horn’s demand!

Another traveler on the road.

He too was trapped behind my “stuck”.

How could I move, I could not choose

It seemed so simple, yet,

my heart it sighed – I could’ve died,

still waiting for the road ahead

to open wide and let me be

to run with fun into the sun,

upon a road no longer there.

 

So there I prayed for courage – strength,

to cease this choice that froze my dare,

and make a move both bold and rare.

-a choice to start again with flair!

So, once again with fresh delight

I’ve opened up some doors.

Not bound by indecision – to soar!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Eye’s delight

Eyes are bright, so full of light!

Sparkles glow in eyes that know.

Innocence weeps when shame is deep,

yet love softens this dagger’s glares.

Child’s eyes are sweet yet wise.

Ancient souls have sight as gold.

Pupil’s whisper brings love’s shiver.

Giggles flicker in windows glitter

Eyes that speak they give us meat.

Eye’s delight can shift our plight.

When my eye will close I die.

Yet, in your eye my life can fly.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Startle’s reflex

Floating quiet on my back,

lazy in the Caribbean sway.

Seabirds swooping in the wind above me.

Breezes playful seem so sweet,

as the endless waves wash upon me

and the salt sits on my tongue.

 

In a moment, startle’s reflex!

 

My hand slaps this squishy host.

Now my quiet erupts with splashing

and I turn to face this shock.

Clear, transparent, round and panicked –

frantic fear from me the threat!

In a moment things have context

and I smile with some relief.

Stilled and curious, I settle freshly

as life weaves new memory’s trace.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Seeing fresh

Young girl scowls- she is so bored

as boat plows on so endlessly.

Shifts can come so quietly

when someone helps to shift our gaze.

Blind and sleepy boredom jolts awake

with creative spark’s awakening flare.

Light it dances on the waves.

Coral seas paint randomly.

Colours flow beneath the bow,

while up above, tern’s antics sing such joy.

Mysterious cays emerge in mist –

the feeling’s like she’s caught in dreams!

Eyes – they’ve opened and they’ve seen.

 

Mysteriously,

life’s peculiar grace sings in harmony.

Girl’s eyes sparkle as if alive!

T’is only beauty’s awakening

within her natural form.

 

Seeing fresh’s a gift!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Ocean storm

Curtains shift and sway on nature’s window frame.

Darkness looms, sweet scents thicken;

breezes ruffle the ocean waves

as sunshine is snatched by storm.

Sheets of rain grace cloud’s fringe

as turmoil roils within its heart.

Suddenly, violently, the launch is slammed.

Downpour rages to sweep us from the sea.

Spontaneously, it would seem, we ride upon a glassy sea!

Winds lulled and memory stirs as if in a dream.

Vastness once again unruffled

as white wake unrolls behind us now

with startling vibrancy!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Late night surprise

Reaching in the dark. I bump the glass

and it begins to tip.

My hand it knows it’s missed its cue.

The shock it spirals out in waves

as wakefulness leaps out of daze.

The mind, still fast caught

in the dream of mystery whispering overhead,

it’s slow to realize what is real;

until the splash of wetness sprays my feet.

And now I blink

and wonder what the neighbours think,

of late night prowlers who should have stayed in bed

instead of sipping just a drink

to quiet the catch

that was only wanting some relief.

 

I now awake.

I guess I might as well go back to bed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Breathe with me

Courage – so needed when I need encouragement.

Hope – that lies so quiet on the floor.

Death it seems more bright than light,

and yet the fear it burns a hole.

 

Why, do questions seem to choke?

How could silence reign amidst such vicious scores?

When will all these haunting sighs,

be choked so I no longer cry?

 

Life it winks so feebly.

Yet still my soul is called to mend.

The grace I need is some great heart,

to breathe with me

and ground me firm,

within the gift of who I am

and believe so I can be.

Author – Bill Tidsbury