clouds beyond clouds
charcoal layers far horizon
pewter smeared across, an artist’s chalk
birdsong breaking silence
Poetry?
Heart
Heart of straw, danger of overexcitement and collapse due to too heavy breathing;
heart of sticks, beware of pick-up artists;
heart of stone, resisting all blandishments.
My heart is meat, hot, red. Warm your hands and your own.
Beach (Dunkirk)
Bullets spit up sand
Hands over ears we cower
No red poppies bloom
Three a.m.
In the darkness there is a light
In the darkness a hand to hold
My heart beats, beats
My heart beats with yours
In the darkness a hand to hold
In the darkness a light
Calton Hill
Tourists face southward
New Parliament, old Palace
Cold volcano looms
Tourists face northward
Across the water Fife shines
Summer rain ends day
Your distant heard voice
your distant heard voice
drifts of smoke in the distance
hearts will be broken
holidays must end
holidays must end
friendship, sun, hope packed away
next year, yes, next year
Poem on coming home from the sea
summer afternoon
sea-fresh skin on scorched salt skin
summer evening, night
Three scenes, a relationship
Summer sea whirled white
Barracuda hunting tuna
Fingers cover eyes
Bent knee at sunset
Hot tears as you slowly walk
Farewell, love, goodbye
Early snow this year
My head against your shoulder
Our last breath a sigh
other hemispheres
in my head in my heart in my hands
my words are heat
on the page on the screen
they fade to cool
take them in, breathe them in
the heat of the sun
of my head of my heart of my hands
will come to you
will heat you through
simonsalento 