Archive for sunset

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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(september) when morning falls

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 14, 2018 by bradford graham west

when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls of

bright blue skies shine;

someone calls

and all is fine

the fireball cries

someone calls

to say good-bye;

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s  fight between choices!

wife, mother

husband, father

brother, sister

daughter, son

good morning!

the sun kisses all

the sun kisses us all!;

when morning shone

we went about

without doubt,  when we awoke

we’d see each other by dinner;

so we Dropped the kids off at school

hugged them and kissed them

and couldn’t wait for 

cartoon popcorn movie night;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

through the smoke of confusion

he saw her eyes shining in flashback

the way her hand-held his

oh! when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls

of bright blue coloured skies shine;

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

and someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

in last morning coffee sip

a last goodbye kiss

did we argue? did we make love?

a last hug embrace 

a last good morning joking;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

of bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine;

a fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

broken in a hero’s glass

      dreams brake and fall fast….

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s fight between choices!

           but the sun always kisses us good morning

c. 2016, 2018  bgw

though these woods

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 27, 2017 by bradford graham west

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk.

//

through these, autumn colours fall

i have committed these trespasses

and put myself on this stake

and under the fire of regret, i will burn

//

the faces in the window

are the ones that are recognized in remembering what once was;

but know i can not continue

seeking for what i had; who’s to say we were fair?

//

through these woods i walk;

woods of thick brush and mighty trees; here stands my life.

autumn colours and thick evergreen fur

i stand in the woods i created; lost and sorry

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

//

a future will be haunted everyday

from what was a beautiful yesterday;

for yesterday had you there

and regrets that i hold, i can not carry

//

the snow began to fall quietly as i headed back to the cabin.

and there, i brushed off the chill and sat by the fire.

for yesterday had you there

regrets that i hold, i can not carry and i am sorry.

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

c. 2017 bgw

canvas

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2017 by bradford graham west

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

choral thoughts

melodic song

poetic pain

in dreams i have seen;

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

i have painted you

 

c 2017  bgw

 

i took a walk

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2017 by bradford graham west

i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts are like moss,

catching them in a sighed squawk.

i took a walk.

the early morning in late October,

distractions were clear,

and yet seemed unforeseen.

nothing i could say to anybody

could never really explain my emotion or thought.

i felt trapped in a world that was dealt;

and as i walk,

with each step counted

with each autumn leaf fallen on the cold cobblestone path

the thought of you flashed between this and that,

what was and what could have been.

each step got me further away

and yet tightened the chain of the memories pain.

you are a summer’s sun;

in some deep forest winter scene;

on a carousel here i am.

the world that spins in a jar

full of Polaroids and untaken memories

here i walk through big lots of vast open prairie

swallowed by the big North Dakota sky.

in an early Saturday morning mist

i buttoned up my coat,

and took a deep breath.

the cold air surround my thoughts

as i mourned for yesterday’s death.

hope was a child we conceived together

but died in our arms from a form of carelessness.

oh, i took a walk;

because the pain became

before the early autumn sun

fading behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk to settle everything that wasn’t familiar.

i fought between the pain and freedom,

i fought between going back and just running away.

going back is and never will be an option,

but now, i am living without you and i must move on.

tomorrow always starts a brand new – no matter what.

so i must carry on!

today!,

i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk and found myself again –

just a little bit at a time;

i took a walk

 

c. 2017  bgw

phantasm

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2017 by bradford graham west

perforated days

hid from the high noon

and the midnight moon

jaded and naked through night

the London rain fell in mist

and washed upon the alleyway cobblestones;

footstep by footstep there i walk

between the well lit windows

and the barking dogs fence;

there, memories danced with raindrops

all that was, all that could have been

nevermore

could i ignore.

evergreen peaks

are breathless in a snowfall fog

sitting silent in Decembers song

perforated days

hid from the high noon

and the midnight moon

jaded and naked through night

i close my eyes.

without sleep, i dream;

i close my eyes wide open

in perforated days

hidden from the high noon

and the midnight moon.

jaded and naked through night,

the London rain fell in mist

and washed upon the alleyway cobblestones…

c.2017 bgw

autumn’s sea

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2017 by bradford graham west

forest of depth coloured green,

echoing

a cool water stream

flowing

whispering

within;

sunlight sprinkled,

dancing

between waving leafs.

a setting sunlight’s beam

peeking,

shining down on me.

autumn’s sea

gently kisses the moon.

a campfire crackles

and warms the chilled October air;

memories filled the tent

as i closed my eyes and dreamt.

forest of depth coloured green,

echoing

   a cool water stream

flowing.

between the pines the winds whisper.

in  moon shadows,

down below

memories filled the tent

as i closed my eyes and dreamt.

c.2017  bgw