Poetry

"...and yet as a poet, a love of spiritual romanticism"

Dawn Breaks

Mist enlightened by sun’s new rays
Upon its breath the break of day
Honey dew droplets feed ever growing plants
Nectar warmed freely buds flowering fast
Buzz of dawn sweet taste of colour
Marvelous earth, O’ wonderful mother.

Early feathers ruffle sing praise from above
Chirping for life young finding an ask
Echoes of rock waters babble and spray
Beads of web glisten, will the days prey
Shadows of coolness sigh evening’s dark past
Night's sleepy eyed hunters homeward at last.

Light wood rustle in breeze alive
Times cold blood basks in heats arise
Dazzling arrival yet survival the task
Cunning and stealth with promise till dusk
Essence of freshness fades by the minute
Fateful world of bountiful limits.

Matthew Bristow
© 2008

At Last

Upon the raven's wood I die
Looking to the blessed sky
Redemption a breathless cry.
Ashen faced with lifeless eyes
A moments rest a burning pye.
Rekindle my spirt and fly
'Hallelujah'

Matthew Bristow
© 2009

Paradise Lost

Tropical bliss abounds my soul
Contentment ever near
The life, the warmth, the breeze abiding
An inner self I fear

Meandering rio take my soul
To places far from me
Behold primitive sights, pagan rites
Forgive my will to flee

Nesting in a bourgeois’ life
Close minded by new needs
No chance to bathe my weary soul
Nor reflect upon ones greed

Amongst the foliage of distant lands
Its temperate breath appeasing
My quest to know an inner glow
My yearning soul is pleasing.

Matthew Bristow
© 1989

Rain

Today is the day
My life went grey
Not with a splash
A quiet pit-a-pat

I begged it to stay
But it shied away
Now I am bleached
Washed on the beach.

Matthew Bristow
© 2006

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