Reply to my Birthday Poem

Madeleine Weathers my counterpart, 
Have I told you how great thou art?

My day started with a bike ride down,
To the ocean of pacific renown. 
I waded in till my ankles could no longer take the chill,
And contemplated my fortieth with anticipation and thrill. 
Drinks and cooking ensued in steadfast celebration
And friends and family joined in with singing and satiation 
It's been truly marvellous
an episode to reckon,
A year ago I imagined myself here this very second
The universe has manifested my dreams so fair so true
But none as so majestic as the light that stems from you. 

Love
Harper Leaf

On your fortieth year my dear

Harper of the great Pacific
In lieu of being prolific
I offer this solitary pome
Trust it will find it’s way on home

On your fourth decade in the sun
I wish you the purest light
May it illuminate your pages
And flood you with deepest sight
May it burst through your pigments
and tango with the sounds
That flow from your piano
When you are two whiskeys down

I would wish for you a piece of land
Not too clunky or too grand
But just the right size of gift
Delivered by continental drift
To reach your seaside door,
By the time the harvest moon
Sings her golden lunar tune
So you would not ask for more.

To aid you with your travels
May I suggest a great masseur
Who could cure your spinal sorrows
On a red-oxide coated floor.

Or perhaps you need a poet
Who could throw you a little rhyme
When you are short of haiku
with gin tonic and lime

Then there is the simple matter
of a well built time machine
That could transport you in a jiffy
To a kingdom with no queens
It might suit you better
To roam in princely states
With bearded balladeers
To charm you on a date.

There are various options
For your fortieth birthday spree
It requires just selection
And your royal decree

We’ll pack it and we’ll ship it
To your Pacific door
And barring unforeseen currents
that may drag it to the ocean floor
You could certainly expect it
To arrive in perfect time
For your autumnal adventures
That must begin with rhyme.

Happy birthday Harper Leaf.


Love
Madeleine Weathers

Madeleine of inner worlds

Madeleine of inner worlds

What unfurls within those curls?

Allegorically we speak

While one caresses from cheek to cheek.

Inadvertantly I speak to you

To remind me of all that's true.

Indepth beyond these spurious walls

Unaccustomed to things that fall.

But raindrops do what they must do

To flood the earth with morning dew

And carry leaves upon their flight

Transcending nature both day and night.

My cleanse has begun or so it seems

It's evidently in my dreams

And once again I start anew

To ponder life and love that's true.

Harper

Havelock island

Havelock island

Andamans

March 2013

Dear Madeleine,

These are the mighty shores 

That have opened all my pores

Of sparkling sands and silken seas

There are none such as these

Not to mention those stunning trees

That are truly great Andamanese

I'm here at last after many a year

Travelling both far and near

I may have reached some other ground

For in this space I think I've found

A spot where I'd like to hang my hat

Now what do you think about that?

A forest that's landed into the sea

That's exactly where I'd like to be

Night swimming under the moon

Can only make you swoon

Sparkles of phosphorescence in everything you touched

Life is really made of star dust

I'm bewitched by this enchanted land

To find some solace in sea and sand

Most certainly will be back for more

And hopefully bring you to this shore.

Fulfilled

Harper

Love and feathers

Harper

while I wait for wings
To lift me up and take me home
What lands in my fishing net
Is a lovely leafy pome.

I understand the sabbath days
of solitary solemnness
I understand that nature is
so full of rambling randomness

As the story has unravelled
from through winter until now
We can do nothing but watch and learn
To destiny I bow

Its time a few changes
for a cosmic overhaul
we'll have to work on healing
though summer unto fall

My body has protested
At how I choose to live
She's asking me for things now
That I don't know how to give.

I grab her every morning
When I go to work
And when I am day dreaming
Still gently she does lurk

Its only now I understand
your knees and your aches
How can we keep them happy
For dear heaven's sake!

As of the turbulent waters
That toss our daily boat
I trust you to hang in there
And hold on to your note.

You  must trust me when I tell you
That  these are important times
Its through this turbulence
That words starts to rhyme.
Its through this dangling conversation
That we will find the clues
As to what we must think
And what we must do///

You are living a great learning
That tells me you will know
More and more everyday
But it could be slow..

Lets hold on to our dreams
And play with our words
Its just a mater of time before
We soar with 'em birds

Love and feathers
M

Mediary thought

Madeleine

It's as if I'm not there

Filled with hope and then despair

An adequate state of know-not-what

A blank___ a slash/ a dash- a dot.

I lie as if I am awake

And walk with dreams I can't partake

I tarry forth back to and fro

Not knowing whence I came from, or where to go.

I slowly slip into the mist

Question things I can't resist

Scribbling lines upon the fog

Conversations with no dialogue.

This limbo is my winter estate

A solemn entrance to natures gate

I'm waiting for this mist to rise

To drift along with no surprise.

Deriving life from other things

Soaking up what nature brings

And in that mediary thought

I catch a glimpse of all that's naught.

Tonight I sat under the moon

It's getting fuller all too soon

But it was nice to simply rest

And imbibe all that's truly blessed.

These days have been my saving grace

Journeying through life at a steady pace

Planting ideas like little seeds

Hoping someday to eat the fruits of these deeds.

I'm off now to return

To my dreams where I shall learn

Of places been and lives forgot

Lessons learned and soul songs taught.

Solitary on Sabbath,

Harper

Autumn in my Heart

Madeleine,

I'm quite upset

By matters of the heart

I can't quite grasp the nuances

That keeps our worlds apart

What are these intricacies

That follow mind and soul?

And leave the heart in such despair

That questions every goal?

My journey ever seems to take

So many twists and turns

And I am left to lie awake

while quietly it burns

The fire in my heart it seems

Is one such glowing ember

But this is just October yet

What of November and December?

My 37th year I gather

Is full of matter, full of dreams

And my heavy heart is left to wallow

In penetrating silent screams.

I don't know what to do or say

Wait patiently I reckon

For answers to reveal themselves

And surreptitiously beckon.

There is one thing that I do subscribe

to the wandering life I lead

That it takes me everywhere

And fulfills my every need.

Autumn in my heart,

Harper falling leaf