The Path (A Big Triku Poem)

Prickly gorses brown

and grey – flowering yellow

by the blue green sea.

~

And in between an earthy

path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,

heading through my memory.

~

Close, far, elusive

as a star, sublime. Other

place and place in time.

The Path (A Big Triku Poem)

Prickly gorses brown

and grey – flowering yellow

by the blue green sea.

~

And in between an earthy

path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,

heading through my memory.

~

Close, far, elusive

as a star, sublime. Other

place and place in time.

The House by the Sea

Winter leaves a land

of still anticipation,

bathed in orange light.

~

Biscuits, coffee, nestled in

his ship – a cutter perched on rusty

barrels, small before the sun.

~

A nearby nest of lanes – the garden

done, she heads to yellow flames, as coldness comes,

and cuts, and the colours merge to grey.

~

And as they sink within the

night, I think of them, the single house,

the trees and whispering sea.

~

When I return, the

smiles will be warm, and I will

find a part of me.

Big Triku ‘Winter’s End’

I had time to think,

standing by the sea. My main

challenge is clear – me.

~

Suddenly, I feel full of

hope. I know what to do, to become

the person I aspire to.

~

But first I shall stay,

to be one with this world of

passing winter grey.

Big Triku ‘Two Little Boys’

Two little boys on

a beach, comparing the gifts

that nature gave them.

~

We should wish them well. But if,

once they grow, they stay on that beach? Some

things should be kept from their reach.

~

Lest they hurt others

squabbling with their toys, find the

right jobs for those boys.

Big Triku ‘The Lovely Wall’

I love our garden

wall, glowing warm in evenings,

sheltered from the wind.

~

I hope new walls are also

adorned with wisteria flowers,

honeysuckle and jasmine.

~

With sunny arches

filled with the laughter of friends,

as bees wonder round.

Big Triku ‘Overstimulation’

Silver purple night –

same light that barely traced a

paltry evening disk.

~

Ceaseless resonance of sea.

Clear oystercatcher call travels through

this cool amphitheatre.

~

Clarity of mind,

fine-tuned, no longer blinded,

sensing inner self.