Dawn yields its rewards

Dawn yields its rewards
Awakening furnace blights dusk
Hitherto darkened slumber
Has ruled the roost

Before daily burden takes toil
The dawn brings new release
Energy ripples through the heart
And lo! The day can begin.


Every dawn such as this, is enough to get me going in the morning. I just need to be ready with the camera!

As dark meets light

As dark meets light
The bridge is made
To divert the fight
And bring war to fade

Chance upon the day
The merry mix of delight
Loves' victory makes hay
As dark meets light

A reference to my belief that there is some truth that opposites can attract

Dark Cast

The light on the wall
The wall is not the source
Like the child in the field
Manifest of innocent spirit
The weary traveller on the road
The wandering ghost of the seeker
Whence forth the light shines
Is the eternal human spirit
Flowing in worldly ether
Fleeting moments, only if we grasp too tight
Letting the endeavour take us
We become companion in discovery
The human light in dark
Cast right alights
The path to the world
And soul, spirit and mind may be one
World no barrier to heart’s desire
All from the light on the wall


My agnostic atheism is often challenged by the perceptions of an invisible connecting link between human beings, and how it manifests in the experiences around us. So this poem is borne out of that uncertainty

On the way

On the way to the christening

I lingered in peaceful woods

Free time of my own

Before that burden of family and friends

The flowers, my wilting liberty.

On the way to my home

I stop for a moments reverie

Spontaneous act; selfless or selfish,

For other’s gain, or mine?

The flowers, the surprise for my love

On the way from their marriage

We stopped for a moments revelry

Advantage of the sojourn from our lives

A moments wandering amongst nature

The flowers, a brief moment for ourselves.

On the way to my lover

I see the opportunistic token

I forget my course

My wife in my mind

The flowers, to appease the guilt of my adultery

On the way to the funeral

I did not want to face

The loss of my friend

A reminder of the triviality of death

The flowers, all I have left to offer.

An oppturnistic stop led to these flowers getting picked. I know why, but I leave it to you to guess the reason, or come up with your own.