 She stands upon the shoreline, eyes peeled through breaking sea.
Windswept dunes and tide line, seaweed, pebbles and just thee. Far out beyond the horizon, stirring in the cobalt deep. There's a flicker of a tail fin, stretching sinew from slumbering heap. She's lithe and sleek, scales glistening, in shafts of moonlight shone. Answering an ancient calling, of a journey just begun. Through reef, along current, of a destination she is sure. A birthplace only known to her, individual and just pure. Inside the outstretched peninsula, a ripple of hope is barely seen. A swell of expectant bodies, ready, excited, very keen. Co-joined they are at estuary, between sand bar and the beach. Foot and gill a stride apart, just out of each others reach. A pace is taken forward, not one but three or four. Saline giving way to water, washing open homeward door. A yard or two along the riverbank, flat stone replaced by rock. There's a swishing and a splashing, a tick of body clock. Upstream there is momentum, the walk becomes a run. Pulses start a racing, breeding time has come. The salmon start a leaping, across weir and open brook. From eyes there is a seeping, of a longing for a look. A strong heart is so needed, for such a herculean jump. Around whirlpool and up waterfall, all faith in upward pump. At last upon the spawning ground, ones life can come to rest. A new generation in the birthing, all given of their best. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below.
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 What’s it all about then, this pretty little belle.
That draws me time again, with its intoxicating smell. Year upon the year, she calls me down the hill. With such an elegant stem, an amazing indigo thrill. Here I am accepted, alone with enchanted beauty. Where pigeons coo softly, squirrels go about their duty. Deep within the speckled wood, where sun and shade are one. My inner-sense with me, of peace, of calm, of fun. So graceful and so innocent, so fantastic yet so bashful. I come with empty purse, I leave with brimming cash full. No real price to pay, for time spent with such finery. The heart is filled with love, fundamental as life’s binary. Here the pace of life just rests, as unassuming deer stop by. The sheer presence of which, just makes me want to cry. For doe and bloom, are both similar and the same. A dream to be in proximity, of early springtime fame. There’s no place I’d rather be, than next to one so cute. Where all the world feels one, beyond all possible refute. My body sinks below, my pulse now hits ground zero. If confidence was down, it’s now built up again to hero. So astonishing it is, to witness such a view. Of sea, of tributary, everything azure and blue. I treasure her so much, for just a tiny glimpse. This April, May occurrence, such majesty, such brilliance. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below.  On rousing, she snook in beside me.
A thief, at work in the night. She’s come, to steal all my virtue. With weapons, of fear and delight. Femme fatale, she is in the making. Fine scented, and soft to the touch. Luxurious legs, and great bosom. You’ld never, imagine as much. I say, I’m up early this morning. No time, to dwindle and play. She winks, and breathes ever closer. Then whispers, wait awhile, stay. I fiddle, with corner of cover. Well, what’s one more turn or a toss. I shrug, my shoulder at fortune. My stone, will gather more moss. For now, I am back in the rapture. My beloved, has snagged me once more. One hour, or three go by now. No richer, I’m left with the poor. I’m beaten, my mind unforgiving. Opportunity, has come and just gone. I’m staring, long into lunchtime. Those minutes, hustled away, a con. Depression, she’s so very clever. Just preying, on buttons of weak. Pulling me, back to the pillow. My purpose, I continue to seek. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. |
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