you are (more than these words)

sometimes curly, sometimes straight.

light to dark and dark to light.

her hair changes upon season and mood.

eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds.

she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill.

her face, smooth and delicate.

her silence says a thousand words; her tone soft and angelic.

her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet.

the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day.

when her smiles make an appearance,

my heart becomes weak, and falls again.

her skin, creamy; glowing.

her heart, caring and giving.

a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise.

a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words.

a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders.

a wife that only a man can dream of.

wishful thinking to my reality.

she is a symphony in life.

a rock upon which i can lean on.

a friend no one can be, the best.

you are.

you are more than these words,

more than what my painting can say.

you are the essence of my desire.

oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!,

and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!

c.2013, 2017 BGW

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 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

winter’s morning

 

 

when i woke in winter’s morning,  grey and beautiful

snow had been falling during the midst of night

the hidden light of the moon falls into its slumber

and a stillness of the morning seemed to take hold of my thoughts

– in a grey morning dawn.

a leaping sun hides and hibernates

and yields to a gentle falling snow.

all the silence that is to be heard in the woods

i seek for it here as i sit at my desk in this cabin –

warm and comforting.

glancing out the window before me –

frosted and cold.

the desk lamplight shines upon the parchment,

the cobblestone fireplace warms the room,

and i gaze out some more.

hypnotized by the falling flakes dancing downwards,  searching –

finding the words in a silent wonder

i snap back out of my hypnotic state

as the chimes of the clock strike nine

soon fading back into its rhythmic tic toc.

– in a grey morning dawn.

a leaping sun hides and hibernates

and yields to a gentle falling snow.

all the silence that is to be heard in the woods

gave way to the crunching sound of  footprints in snow –

stretching my legs i wander towards the wood pile and grab another armful.

from the corner of my sight,  i found the cardinal perching  in the twiggy branches

the morning snow slowly cloaking,  coating the bare trees,

and all the while the creek below sweeps it cold waters downstream.

the chimney smoke softly drifts upward,  and bellows outward the sent of a welcoming warmth awaiting

i rush back into the cabins comfort.

the tea kettle slowly starts its soft whistle as i brush off the gathering flakes of snow

now melting on my jacket and in my hair

– when i woke in the winter’s morning,  grey and beautiful

snow had been falling during the call of night

the hidden light of the moon falls into its own slumber

and a stillness of the morning  seemed to take hold of my thoughts

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

a poem for the reign

 

the pre dawn winters sky was crisp

the snow blanket  glows bright white as full the moon shone aloud

all the open trails the lead me here,

through woods blindly i sought

*

some come, seek  to love me

some leave and hate me

i  can make them laugh and understand

i can make them cry and leave them scratching their heads

*

some seek to follow me

and others want to hang me at dawns early light

*

but ive seen it all before

the same place where they call me saviour

is where they cursed me all in the same breath

always looking for the favour –

poem for the reign

*

so i run up to the highest point

i scream at the top of  my lungs for some support

i scream out and it echos all

but lands on deaf ears

*

oh,  poem for the reigns –

a broken heart floats down river –

a river rushing and flooded.

the current carrying away whats left

a million little pieces,  all in a million different directions

*

the pre dawn winters sky was crisp

the snow blanket  glows a bright white as the full  moon shone aloud

all the open trails the lead me here,

through woods blindly i sought

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

of bright colour pallet

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

/

seasons come and go,   and the dream remains

as long the ocean waves crash ashore

the sea’s mist kisses your face –

and salty breeze rushes through your hair as the sands warm the toes

you seek and find a calm, a peace that cannot be ignored

/

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

/

years fly by,  all in a blink of an eye –

she grips my thumb with her hand and gazes her baby blues from her daddy’s cradling arms

hands on the clock never stopped in reflection of life

the wedding bells gave her away and now drove away into some other story’s chapter,

oh daughter,   happiness just left me with a tear and a wave good bye

/

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

/

dream to desire in a world to explore,   i desire more

an english isle castle outside of a busy city hustle

a desire to go back,  a desire to love and love you anew

finds a cold winter white  turning its head to spring’s journey

summer heat meets and dies in autumns arms only to be handed back to winter

/

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

c.2014  bgw

the cold morning sky

 

. . . . . . the night came quickly to draw the closing of another day.  the deafening silence was something that became just part of the routine.  the sound of the tea kettle whistled in the presence of  the abandoned company.  i fill  my mug with the water as the steam rose, and i drop in the tea.  i walk it over to the bedside table and set it down.  to the bedroom window, i walk over  and watch the wind whistle through the trees.  small sparse snowflakes start falling and frost forms on the outer edge of the glass.  pulling the robe tighter, keeping the warmth within,  i walk to the bedside and quickly slip in the awaiting bed.   the cool comfort the bed sheets was welcoming, but the vacant pillow next to me was unfamiliar.  //   sleep,  that’s all i needed.  the unfamiliar period in the day where i could just go an try to forget the stress,  aggravation and disappointment of the day and slip into a deep dream,  a place where i can find you again.  i sip on the  warming tea  as i reach for my book to read a few chapters.  poe,  hemingway or dickens come alive as the words strike images in my head.  but quickly my eyelids start to become heavy and my attention to the words become faded.   placing the bookmark,  closing the book , i turn over to turn off the bedside lamp.  darkness quickly covers the room as my restless eyes adjust.  a deep sigh and all the thoughts of what went on,  all the things i did wrong, what made each other tick,  her smile,  her laugh.  all the good times and even all of  the bad,  everything we had  etched well into the loneliness.   my mind desperately seeks,  searches for a sign or something to let me know that she’s still there,   thinking about me.  buts all about  the endless game and question of “what if”  and keeps my sleep awake.  a quick early winters wind passes by the window and the glass rattles.  the conversations i have in my head lead me to believe that im going crazy.  the endless thought of her,  her hello’s and her goodnight’s  stained the memory and present thought.  the constant stress laughs and tic tocks, picks away at the man who once was me.  uneasy restlessness  slowly crawls from my lower back and squirms up my back into my neck, arms and finger tips.  i toss and turn,  and i become a bed sheet burrito.  i force my eyes to find the sleep,  and the black of closed eyes calm.  deep and deeper i find a slice of calmness.  //   the phone that sat alongside of the night stand lit up and awoke my slumber.   in the foggy haze found between sleep and being awake,  i found your name on the unread text.  sitting up quickly,  i read the modern day sent message.  it said that you  needed to talk to me and that you wanted to see me.  she’d been thinking about me just as much as i was of her.  she wanted to see me,  now.  my first thought was that this was another wicked dream,  my mind playing a cruel joke.  i’d seen her coming back to me in many of my dreams,  my hopes,  but none that were real.   i jump from the bed and quickly freshen up and dress myself.  i grab my keys and quickly walk to the truck.   in the short time that i fell asleep,  the sparse flakes of snow had actually grew to a good accumulating covering.  the truck turns over and the wipers shove the small amount of snow aside.  as i drive,  the quietness of the night,  the headlights catch the falling flakes and the tires cut through the slush.  up ahead on the horizon,  the light of dawn started to break and up ahead another set of headlights came up from the hill not too far away.  as i fixed my eyes back to the section of road ahead,   a quick blur of a young deer darted out from the dark wooded grove alongside the road.  slamming on the breaks,  swerving to miss,  the truck began to fishtail.  fighting the spinout,  the truck finds the opposite side of the road,  a ditch,  an open field.   as the first tires caught the ditch,  it flipped the truck over and over.  flip after flip i lose grip, my head hits the windshield and ejects me from the seat.  out  ten yards away from the smashed truck,  i land on my back.  the ground cold and frozen.   the headlights from the oncoming lane stops and i hear the man rush up to me.  the snow crunches as it collects under the soles of his boots.  he quickly removes his coat covers my chest and arms to keep me warm as he calls for help.  i tell him that im fine,  but he doesn’t hear me.  off in the distance,  the faint screaming of sirens become louder,  once again i hear him tell me that help is coming,  but i tell him that im fine and that i need to see her.  again,  he doesn’t hear me.   as i see the police cars,  firetrucks and e.m.s. pull up,  i scream that this is all not necessary.  no one hears my words as the paramedics hang there heads over me.   and as they worked on me,  i was on the cold ground, white sheet and all.  but i was seeing this from above it all,  out of my own.   daybreak,  and the sun crests above the wooded horizon.  the cold morning sky softly glowed a soft blue, peach and grey.  off in the near distance,  the birds sing their morning song.  //  im looking for you,   and i don’t want to leave.  i want you to come back to me as if it was the beginning.  but as it came to be,  there weren’t any messages on my phone saying that you wanted me back.  that part i dreamt i suppose.  when you left,  i was never the same.  the void took my soul,  my motivation.  i need you and  i needed you.   the memory always haunted the present.  but as for what it was,  it blinded the future.  {the past always haunted the present,  and blinded the future} and as i moved along the day,  it was as if my feet were stuck in the cement. //  the night came quickly to draw the closing of another day.  the deafening silence was something that became just part of the routine. the sound of the tea kettle whistled in the presence of  the abandoned company.  i fill  my mug with the water as the steam rose, and i drop in the tea.  i walk it over to the bedside table and set it down.  to the bedroom window, i walk over  and watch the wind whistle through the trees.  small sparse snowflakes start falling and frost forms on the outer edge of the glass.  pulling the robe tighter, keeping the warmth within,  i walk to the bedside and quickly slip in the awaiting bed.   the cool comfort the bed sheets was welcoming, but the vacant pillow next to me was unfamiliar.  sleep,  that’s all i needed,  . . . . . . . . . . . .

 

 

 

c.2013  bgw

can never say it enough (i need her)

. . . . . . what can i say about her?  nothing that i havent already said before,  but can never say it enough.  the sparkling  coloured eyes that look into my eyes,  always say a thousand, unspoken words.  the gentle tapping of the rain,  hitting the skylight,  quickly fills in the silence in the room.   the beating of each others hearts,  exposes the nervousness within  us.   the candlelight flickers as it shows the smile,  the grin,  exposing the beauty that is her.  she is so beautiful.   she is the desire.   the way she whispers  her words,   the soft touch of  her hands,  caressing the mind and body.   this  passion,  filling our voids,  needs and  desires.   here within my hands,   it is you,   that i am holding close.  and tonight,  here we are.   the deep desire,   the passion,  acts on the feelings within.   here i am .   the soft skin,   the gentle kiss.    the warmth,   the honesty.  here we are.   like a puzzle piece,  her hand fits inside of my hand,  a gentle squeeze,  and i feel safe.   face  of  an angel,  and im lost within her eyes again.  endless thoughts and emotions cover my mind like a thick fog rolling into a cityscape;    she seeped through the cracks of  voidance,  everything i kept to myself,  everything i kept private and everything behind everything in my life,  she knew all about it.   i wasnt supposed to let that happen,  and she found a way in.   every physical moment apart,  she’s there,  knocking at the thought,  and every moment together is just never long enough.  //  the passion rises,  as the sun sets below the sailing ships deck.  the clink of a wine glass toast,  a dinner for two.  a drop of wax drips down the side of the candle,  flickering flame.   romance is endless like the sea,  following the motion of the waves.  her hair flows in the sailing breeze.   her face of electrifying beauty,  draws the desire deeper within my soul.   lost in the stars twilight,  the moonlight shimmer’s across the water’s surface.  she is my island,  my paradise.  she turns a cluster of words that scatter inside my head,  into a  poetic prose that is her,  perfectly stated,  but never coming close to her breathtaking beauty.   so, what can i say about her?  nothing that i havent already said before,  but  i can never say it enough.  she makes me feel free.   she takes my feelings that  were numbing  to  my insides and make them  feel brand new;   she is the music to my words,  and i need her. . . . . .

c. 2013  BGW