Archive for summer

from under the shade of the lilac trees

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2018 by bradford graham west

 

from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest;

as she dreamt of warm coastal breezes

and warm morning sands

a deep passion arose

in a deep colourful coastal sunrise

there we were

from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest.

from within my arms

her soft breath gently whispered

with the warm breezes brushing

 all with dreams coming and going;

catch them all in the moment

and from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest

c.2018  bgw

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winter’s chill

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 15, 2017 by bradford graham west

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within the words

within a sought midnight lake.

ice melts

from the branches above;

an unseen path

covered by fallen leaves;

leading me to forgotten memories.

first eyes to wake

sought on and found an empty bed beside.

on a Saturday morning,

and found everything that was unsaid

floated away down by the riverside.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

ice melts

from the branches above

of braided emotion

between loving you and hurting me.

April’s rain melted frozen drift

and seen on ocean waves dancing without.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

last the chill arose from deep within,

and hit the snooze –

dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

c 2017  bgw

slowly closer

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2016 by bradford graham west

i fell for her

and i kept on falling.

the loud dinner scene

drifted into a surrounding whisper hush.

her eyes told a story;

she read my soul.

afterwards

we walked the along the shore;

 when the moonlight kissed the sunlight goodnight

the waves crash softly upon the sands

and blankets our footsteps.

our hands gently held tightly.

under the sky that held the universe,

under all the stars that shine and fall;

i stopped to look at her breathtaking elegance.

the moonshine sparkled deep into her eyes.

my fingers softly dance up her arm

 to where my hand softly holds her face.

slowly closer

our quivering lips kiss

and i can feel her heartbeat.

caution set sail long ago

and now met up with the lighthouse’s lure.

i fell for her

and i kept on falling.

the loud dinner scene

drifted into a surrounding whisper hush.

 as i told her a story

her eyes read my soul

and found my heart.

c. 2016 bgw

midnight from the upstairs window

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2016 by bradford graham west

from the upstairs window,

she watched the snow slowly falling

softly to the ground below.

 her eyes gazed;

hypnotized by the dancing of each flake.

from the midnight glass,  she awoke.

her radiance lit up the silence of a darkened room.

somewhere on the Eagle Bay shores,

she still was soaking in the sun

on the warming white sands.

but through the upstairs frosted window,

the streetlamp’s glow

    peeked through her dreaming eyes.

and from the upstairs window,

she watched the snow slowly falling

softly to the ground below.

c. 2016  bgw

when the moon stares

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 9, 2015 by bradford graham west

this old house sits.

it watches the dust fly around.

and i, i am here;

lying in this bed

watching this show inside my head.

all the dreams that besiege

acting like some sort of picture book;

flipping through all the pages of reflection.

and, when the moon stares,

it passes through my thoughts.

the solitude staircase always sits in its darkness.

this old house sits.

it watches the dust fly around.

the sun sets in colourblind photographs –

memories shake like leaves on an autumn tree –

one by one,

they all eventually fall to the ground;

none can find me,

and yet i am right here.

find my truths,

uncover my weaknesses.

find my weaknesses,

uncover my truths.

 

 

 

c.2015  bgw

words

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2015 by bradford graham west

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but at times collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

words echo,

yet words shout without making a sound.

words are what we see and what we speak.

turn back, and what do you seek?;

do you find words illustrating love and loss?

or do you find words interpreting hate and favour?

words motivate,

and words can punish.

words drip, bleed, cry and damage.

words can heal and acquaint –

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words shine and words darken.

words distract and daze

sought in every number

and every sound,

in itself, hides among in a word.

in every book,  on every page and every verse,

inside the words, inside the lines that they complete;

have you caught my handwriting describing you?

words are sometimes exquisite,  and words are sometimes ugly;

words that describe you are beautiful,

words that are you radiate and becomes my nightlight.

all within a conceiving daydream,

gives birth to a night time chapter.

holding, becoming, comforting!!

these words nestle in your soul;

all found dawning from your lips.

words give feel and depth –

yet giving an open ended emptiness.

view within these lines,

all that ties, and all that binds, also blinds!

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words can sometimes drive by

and always say what the silence delivers.

words doubt and words calm.

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

 

 

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

anymore

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 20, 2015 by bradford graham west

i awoke to the golden crisp sunrise

shinning through the open window pain.

disappointment was standing there,

lurking beside my bedside, time slipping by;

i was cold and lonely.

waking to this summer morning,

there i was –

an empty bed and no telegram delivery.

while the coffee that brews,

waking, i stand here;

waiting, for the things i’ve lost –

to come back in different form.

i stand here in the kitchen

waiting for the things i’ve lost

to come back –

to come back in some different form.

a dear john letter,

and she won’t be coming back.

she won’t be anymore,

but forever a god damn attack on myself.

her amazing eyes,  never coming to this ship wreck.

solo black coffee toast,

yet i knew that some kind of pain was overdue –

a little expected,

but never not this soon.

never not this soon.

absolute can never be certain,

tell me it’s not this again –

she wont be coming back,

anymore,

anymore.

i awoke to the golden crisp sunrise

shinning through the open window pain.

disappointment was standing there,

lurking beside my bedside, time slipping by;

i was cold and lonely.

waking to this summer morning,

there i wasn’t,  and there i wasn’t.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw