writing – Page 44 – three good words

January 10, 2015January 10, 2015

arrival

light spilling
onto an improvised desk
glowing, dimming
like beams, streaming
lighthouse-bright
turning, spinning
slow with flashes
warning, beckoning
the tired ship
braving the sea.

to land safely
at dock and shore
is the finished script
of sentence-senses written
composed, structured
compr(om)ised to a
comprehensible whole
the passengers
crowded, waiting

words delivered
past the storms of doubt
now anchored at the docks
of paper, screens
safe havens
from darkness, white

inky bows tumbling down
gangways, printed
into the open arms
of readers
embracing, holding, kissing
the whole crowd
with joyous glee

and solemn satisfaction
that all are present
ready to be read
entirely
safe and whole
on the page, written
free.

January 6, 2015February 9, 2015

one to another

to write about the touch
the moment
to write because you miss
a kiss
the warmth of a known body
the smoothness of once-touched skin

to know you
and yet i don’t
not entirely
but intimately
between yes and no
and unspoken words
like the swish of sheets
in between

we’ve met before
known each other
in a time
another place
long ago
days, weeks, months
and moments together
one to another

for a heart remembers
runs and jumps
at a long-lost sight
while that which cautions
worries
cries foul in the brightest light
sings itself to sleep

within the embrace
smooth like water
an unclenched fist
open wide
to memories, present
a quiet rejoicing
together,
no longer apart.

January 5, 2015January 5, 2015

white ships sailing
grandly across the blue
vapour trails steaming, dissolving
swallowed up in the light
while I lay watching, waiting
for inspiration, a moment’s insight
simply something meaningful to write
while cotton white giants pass by
carrying rain and snow
and other forms if H2O
to far-off places
sweeping the skies
Pegasus, delicate, winged
flying by.

December 31, 2014December 31, 2014

auld lang sayne

May old acquaintance be forgot…
What does that mean?
I know not what.
But I must say
from the bottom of my heart

Thank you, Merci and Dankeschön

for reading, liking, commenting
and making threegoodwords such a wonderful experience,
such a joy in writing a blog.

So here, now, close to the last hour
of this old-young year
I wish you
All you lovely people
the loveliest, happiest, most pleasurable of
New Years.

Have a wonderful 2015!

xx, j.d.

December 29, 2014

open snow

In the silence
the need to be blossoms slowly
like a tree takes time to grow
a moment to leave what’s lost
allow what’s lonely
and wander out into the open snow.

Outside, clouds shining
dark white, mother-of-pearl
the sea in the sky over
green peaks dusted, swaying
the cold beauty of a winter morning.

In the shadows, ancient trees
endless thoughts, sweeps of feeling
dark in light, hot in warm
like will o’ the wisps a-murmuring
too light for the heaviness of words
glowing in silence
flashing
voiceless
silent as an ancient song.