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Villanelle

Give me a clue or a reason, my dove

A reason to think and to dream, though in anguish, and find my belief

In the nature of love

A nature, I trust, that will judge me with favour

And not let me sink to the base, though in trouble, the base of a reef

That will serve me as altar

And alter my crime to in a way to behove

The grace that you give, though the hassle must worry your spite, in a thief

Who will trust all above

Above all that a verdict must cause you to falter

And think of the charm of an erring offender, though in pain, will be brief

And submit to the halter

The strap that will torment and plague me and shove

But grant me the right to confirm, though in sorrow, the sense that my grief

Came from nature in love

Nay, there is much to confess to and break, of

A nature in love and my longing to risk: the truth that will shake me, a shivering leaf

In the book that will leave this audacious actor

To be shriven, through your grace, and saved from my error

In the nature of love

This will serve me as altar

I will trust all above,

And submit to the halter,

Touched from nature in love

In the book that will leave this audacious actor

To be shriven, through your grace, and saved from my error

***

This is my first attempt at a difficult verse form. Is it perfect? No, far from it – it’s faulty and stumbling – but the best I can do for now.

© HMH, 2020

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Mild and Sweet

Like dewdrops on my mind come soothing words

Nestling as tired birds in the tree of my awareness.

The fights have reached uncertain truce

And weary feelings lost a channel

But tears and wonders could induce

An old song set to different chords.

The harmony found altered thoughts

But our emotions stirred or bloomed

Once more maybe, to clear the shell.

Staid rescue could have found new room

If we had trust to bear the hope

And change about the futile days.

We never wanted to give hurt

Best wishes followed our love

Yet, here we found our union stern

It ripened into push and shove

We became experts, giving pain

And secret hate turned unambiguous.

*

We leave the field with kind regrets

There wasn’t room for happy endings.

It is with sadness as befits

That we abandon the last innings.

***

Winter tree with birds on twig vector silhouette illustration

From Aspects of Attraction

© HMH, 2014

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Freesia

Sister of Iris,

Temperate of nature

Yet, her fragrance is heady and sweet.

Born in the South and greeted by oceans

Where waves meet and crash with their union and split.

Here, as the rainbows become faint recollections,

Sharp grass-like stems break the earth and mature.

Funnel shaped flowers take on colours that mirror

The sunrays, displayed in a watery prism

Winds blow their perfume to such distant mountains

That sparkle and shimmer in moonlight and ice.

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© HMH, 2020

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An Eternal Question

Maybe it will come back

That singular moment

When we reposed

And an eternity passed.

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That moment when opportunities opened

Or closed in a second

To give us regret

Or bliss without sting

***

Are there such moments in love — or in hate?

When seconds decide if our course is awry?

***

Nay, the truth is another.

Come hell or high water,

Our love stays unbroken.

Thus, hate cannot touch

Where love is acute

With a depth that is fiercer than steel

***

Moments never return

To haunt

Or to torment

When eternity passes and we can repose

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© HMH, 2020

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Defending chivalry

On hind-legs, front paws assertive like little pink boxing gloves,

The mouse sniffs the air in an environment turned hostile.

His opponent, tail swishing blue-eyed monster, readies its body for the jump

But hesitates while seconds drop, frozen in time.

No attack is possible while rules of chivalry persist

And so, mouse and cat stay locked in arcane opposition

Trapped on the floor of an old cottage.

Will the cat leap into the fray or can the mouse escape

Without trace before the suspense becomes too great?

Nobody knows until the outer world

In shape of a human being enters and the duo becomes a triangle of violence

The cat pounds, the mouse transforms into a tiny warrior

But nothing can obstruct the falling of a broom

Did the mouse escape?

Perhaps this time, but cats will be cats and so

Mice lead a precarious existence

***

From Animal Kingdom

© HMH, 2013

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Secret Corner, Chiswick

Flanked by railroads

And fastened in barbed wire

A corner of nature

Tries its resilience

And holds out against 

Development.

Too small for buildings

Or status,

The grass grows while bees buzz and

Frogs sing

In blissful ignorance that

This spot has

Escaped progress.

Water and mud

Seep through the edges

But the scene remains undisturbed and

Forgotten

***

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay

© HMH, 2014

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Unrequited Love

Heart-pounding breathless agony

Tear-stained stark epiphany

Surpass every reason and all-wise conclusions

Entirely thwarts better, sane, clear decisions

*

Staying calm is no real option

Torment, terrible temptation:

Love is there to stay

To bring its sufferer at bay

Easily described maybe,

Walking hand in hand,

But hard to understand.

*

Inner voices must talk sense

But outer purpose gets too tense

Why must we obey

When reason hides away?

No succour or solace 

No delight or trouble

Soothe the predisposed mind:

Drab unending dull routine

Ever smothers the reprieve

For those damned to lonesome grief

***

© HMH, 2014

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Rose’s Death

She was soft and white with striking pink eyes

Patient to a fault, unless, when gathering wool,

You happened to cut deeper than intended.

She’d nip your finger and look sadly reproachful

Until you repented and promised never to do it again.

Her brood of three,

Bundles of white just like their mother,

Were pliable creatures with rose-red eyes

Long ears and fur, pledging yarn in abundance,

But long-lived, opposing the end of their dam.

Nothing presaged her sudden demise.

One morning her life snuffed out brought us sadness

And an unforeseen burial beneath the old apple tree

© HMH, 2013

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Ceanothus

A feathery frame supporting

Little pieces of sky

Blue wonders, offering heady fragrance

And fairy visions.

***

A breeze carries soft petal chimes

That cause the soul to resonate.

Thus

A question springs to mind.

With such wonders

Why do we sense

Futility and darkness?

Our little lives

Could open like blossoms

Carrying blue balm

To narrow minds.

***

Let us find courage

To live and to love.

In our slight hearts

Rapture can flourish.

We may find lost visions

In an old-fashioned garden

*****

© HMH, 2019

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Haiku

On naked feet

Tiptoeing through rustling leaves

My ascent lithe

Lonely girls reach

For tenuous calm, in time

To their dropping steps

Empty boats quiver

The water is motionless

Soon the sun descends

Bare feet ascend

Never was my step lighter

Rustling leaves fall

 © HMH, 2018