Carpe-ing Diem.
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 9:08 am
Today, dreams left behind I fall awake,
still dozed I oust myself
out of dark-doldrums, pummeling eyes
and promise the sun to
visit new campion just birthing its buds
up on the heath.
Today I will reach heights above windy
ridges of mist and fill
both my hands with pocketed crumbs to
feed ragged robins
who in cold winters haunt the moorland
'til Spring brings warmth.
Today, courting sweet Cornish morning
I decide to go breakfastless
and match Tessa my dog in chasing her
make-believe meals
of dried seaweed, have some fun plying
beached gulls with cuttlefish
bone while taking stock of upward runs
to thrift-covered clifftops.
Today I shall sand-hop cloud-shadows
of shifting grey and
voiceless give praise for this boisterous
paradise in which joy
resides then carpe-ing diem I yawn, get
dressed and am quickly away.