Some poems from 2019, The Heart Whisperer, Netsuke Dream, Uncluttered, Now

Just updating with some poems from last year, still part of the 'Sticker' set. One is about a dream I had about netsukes. I read it and it still makes no sense, I guess that's dreams for you! Looking forward to using these and all my poems more creatively this year...

The Heart Whisperer

You won't notice the difference at first

Just the smallest of change

Quieter than the breath of a candle

A ripple across a pool

Nothing to see here

But you will see it

Later rather than sooner

Long time later

It will be clear

I was there with you in that midnight place

Though you don't remember

I will always be there for you

Now, in the sunlight you laugh

Putting it all behind you

Moving forward, stronger than before

A bright bowl full of hope

There was something someone once said...

And you will wonder who it was

And I will smile and say

It must have been the heart whisperer

Netsuke Dream

I dreamt of two dolphins and two seals

Near the grey granite waterfront

Red, black, grey and white mottled under a crystal blue sea

And as they swam past, these strange pairs

They told me these things

Dolphins:

We see ourselves as small whales

Our skin is the colour of jasper and obsidian

We are your ocean cousins

You see our form in your mind

Our needle nosed beak and round bellies define us for you

But we are superior because

We are talking to you in your sleep

Seals:

Their eyes stare into me

Profound and unfathomable

As deftly drawn as any high tide

And as smooth as a polished stone

They are talking  

But not in any language humans know

I can see what they mean though

Here I am

Stranded high and dry on the grey ground

While they are still free

Uncluttered

The estuary sparkles

Crystal cut waves and yachts

Vying for attention

Wind tunes stir in the tall firs

And the air

Full of the cobalt sea

Feels uncluttered

Here, we are certain of the tide times

Of shells in the sand and hairpin roads

Leading only to water

No running against the traffic

And running out of change for the parking

No corridors full of coffee and despair

Air conditioning and the wrong lift doors

Life all gone wrong on the wrong floor

Clutching at hopeful straws

Caught in the clutter

Trying to keep our heads

Above the tide of our turning health

For a moment our feet

Are in clear water

Searching rockpools

For small fry under a blue sky

And the air

Full of the cobalt sea

Feels uncluttered

Now

A tidal flow of ideas

Each generation finding expression

For the herald's song

While one hand pulls down the old stones

Another shores up the walls of love

And where we meet for a moment

Now, our feet on different roads