Landscape

 https://dversepoets.com/2026/03/10/poetics-embodying-a-landscape/

I stand by the window 

The sun is rising and the birds are singing 

Cotton wool clouds pass by

I imagine they tase like sugar  

Big, juicy bundles of cotton candy

As sweet as marshmallow

The thought makes me feel full inside

Like it is worth staying another day

I would like to walk over grass again - climb a tor, see the sea

I wonder how that would feel - if it would be painful walk backwards 

Perhaps finding different places of safety is like moving on

Keeping the few happy memories of youth alive in my mind 

I am always moving inside - escaping, surviving 

But I am trying to absorb myself in the landscape I have for now 

Perhaps even thinking of a world outside and beyond is a start

More fulfilling than powders and pills   

I leave my curtains open and wait for a buttery sunrise

I hope it embraces me and makes me feel safe. 

Landscape

Even when I stay indoors 

There is still a world to see

Moving clouds

Peachy skies

Leaves falling from trees

In the distance are fields

The grass looks pillowy and soft

Welcoming to afternoon naps

In the sunshine

With strawberries and cream

She declares

Her body small

But her soul fierce beside me

Sometimes we fall

But together we find our feet again

Carry on our adventure

Playing chess and croquet

Watching Rabbit’s bobtail fluff up and down 

Bouncing on before us

Sometimes the world is full of colour

Other times it is black and white

I have learnt to tolerate both

They are a measure of how things

Twist and turn inside

After our adventures

We find ourselves on solid ground

Underneath the willow tree

Back in time for a second tea 

I look out on a landscape 

One of growth and hope

Keep my eyes and heart open

Make myself ready to belong.

Landscape

Home soon

She whispers

We are walking in the rain

I gave her a rainbow coat

It makes her even more magical 

A guiding light 

I feel her tiny fingers

Resting in the palm 

Of my hand

There is not much to see

Graffiti walls

(Messages)

Clouds

Shopping carts 

Abandoned in the street

Birdseed on the path

Makes us slip and slide

She thinks it is fun

I worry about breaking

The consequence of age

We could find our way home

With our eyes closed

She giggles

I look down at her

Her pupils are as big as moons 

Alive

Speeding

Not wanting to stop

Electricity pours through her skin

Into mine

A perfect friction

Every morning we walk like this

Thinking

Every morning

So far 

We are alive

We turn the key

Walk up the stairs

Shake off our wet clothes

Sink into each others bodies

Home 

We whisper together.

with words from 'Landscape' by Mary Oliver