29 Apr 2017

A Farewell












I watched alone by sunlit edge
of pond and meadow touching hands
those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled 
gold dessication incomplete

while water ruffling to shore
beneath bowed willows' trailing arms
pushed tender shards of russet brown
to curl contentedly in reeds

no harsh sounds to be heard that day
for everything seeming hushed and still
but autumn whispered in the breeze
and summer hummed a sad farewell



2017 © Lesly Frances Finn

24 Apr 2017

Point me to the cliche!

Who doesn't like to sneer at a cliche?
Although pound for pound cliches don't count for much
here I can write as many as I like - a double whammy
Or a winning combination!

Let me call a spade a spade.......
this could separate the wheat from the chaff,
or have I merely shot myself in the foot!
Only time will tell!

I may seem like an okay sort of guy
(does the Pope wear a funny hat?)
and have both oars in the water
but who would know?

Let's be honest, this was a half-baked idea
but even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while
and I thought I would have a shot.
Although I won't hold my breath!

With tongue firmly planted in cheek
I've put my best foot forward -
in this life if you snooze, you lose

So here's looking at you, kid!

19 Apr 2017

Paying Attention




it's time to move he says
can't have you falling down the stairs
at every chance you get
....... attention seeking


our home is perfection she says
looking out over the ocean
other houses hidden from view
....... and no barking dogs

but they start looking anyway
at hutches and rabbit warrens
neighbours within spitting distance
....... as they nearly all are

they explore all city suburbs
short list their preferences
a few streets here and there
....... not many fit the bill

they consider a retirement village
a ghetto for the elderly 
while watching their net worth dwindle
...... but the children approve

Yes they must do something
sooner rather than later
before one of them carks it
....... attention seeking



18 Apr 2017

We




these days there is a shadow on my heart
a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed
such sadness from this time we've been apart
and memories of times when we were blessed

no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night
your warmth no longer felt here at my side
without your arms to hold me nothing's right
no comfort to be had for tears I've cried

why did you have to be the one to go
how could I be prepared for such a day
you've taken secrets only you could know
I'm left with all these words I didn't say

dear love, I do so long for it to be
no longer 'I' but once more back to 'we'




11 Apr 2017

A Litany of Loss



In each and every corner lies
the blood of cruelty
while human kind ignoring cries
allows inequity.

From palaces and parliaments
despots seek their way
while using gods to justify
they care not who they slay.

Wreaking terror in their path
some bomb to kill and maim
while others have no need for guns
oppression is their game.

For centuries the multitudes
have toiled their days 'til death 
in poverty and ignorance,
their lives mere taking breath.

But modern man cannot excuse
indifference to cries
from those who live life in distress,
it's there before our eyes.

Inside our homes come fictions foul
de-sensitising soul,
acceptance of atrocities
becomes part of our whole.

Great writers, only read by few,
described all they foresaw,
no longer reach their audience
- not lost, but gone before.


Summer Magic












the outhouse, such a magic place
to hide away in and pretend
we'd set up house in that small space
when summers seemed to have no end 

evicting spiders with a broom
brushing the cobwebs from the walls
contents piled high to make more room
we'd crouch evading adult calls

our favourites sometimes joined us there
wizards, kings and underlings
we the princesses tall and fair
our robes old curtains tied with strings

fair heroines from fairy tales
invited us to join them dine
serving the finest worms and snails
sipping sump water as the wine

candles in jam jars giving light
when daylight could not penetrate
keeping weird potions out of sight
recipes on a piece of slate

being fairies one day, witches next
by giants and trolls and elves beguiled
guarding our secret muscles flexed
imaginations running wild 

summers of fun behind that door
we'd set up house in that small space
as children who could ask for more
- the outhouse, such a magic place



6 Apr 2017

Butterfly Days
















Those days when hearts were light and free,
happiness flew from tree to tree,
seemed plenty there for everyone
like butterflies in summer sun.

The woods were filled with laughter then
with promised kisses sought in vain,
soft laughter drifting as we'd run
like butterflies in summer sun.

Innocence lit by summer days
filtered now through wintry haze,
such happy times we filled with fun
like butterflies in summer sun.

Those days when hearts were light and free
like butterflies in summer sun.



knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door





Now God, if you are really there

I'll ask you nicely if I dare,
They say heaven's gates are closed to sin
so ..... am I out or am I in?