Simply Saturday - As Time Strolls By

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As Time Strolls By

Beating Time

Never trust one who keeps time

And chains it to belief

That losing seconds is a sin

That pausing silence, is a thief.

Never trust one who has no watch

To mind the passages of time;

Who notices nothing and can not keep

From the disasters of their crime.

Only trust those who savour seconds

Minute memories but keep the beat;

For they are the one who taunt what threatens

To pound their rising above defeat.  


From all at WildeHeads
We wish you a safe and healthy.

Sunday Sounds

Between Christmases

I aim a smile,

Baring teeth in greeting.

The return is fired

And ricochets around

The company assembled.

This is Christmas after all,

This is what we’ve been waiting for.

Across the walls yet more greetings,

Abrasively scratched cards

From relatives collected,

And seldom or never talked about friends,

And others hhardly ever known or met,

And here for a moment a sense of regret

Loiters with intent to do better.

Newcomers positioned on cushion laden seating

Are plied with traditional warming drink

And here we are ready

For the next thankful interruption from the door.

The procedure is fixed in tradition,

The routine ritual is old and needing updating,

The meaning lost.

Here I have gathered about me

Those who I knew much better

All of a month ago.

For then, between Christmases there dwell

Those I love.

Between Christmases at least

They have the Christmas spirit.

Sunday's Softly Settling

The Ghostly Crowned Thief

Skating blithely, 

Sliding, slyly

Crystalised snow shines bright.

Etched in filigree, 

Dusting the canopy

Carpets of frozen balm.

Ordained in a shimmering calm. 

Softly settling on petal and leaf

Winter huffs in like a ghostly crowned thief

Soothingly singing to freeze

Damaged life and severed decrees.

Hush up your frantic old fuss.

Slow now, and yet in a flush

Store what you can, and watch your own breath

Rise in a fog of laughter in gusts

Tinkling joy as onwards ice thrusts

Those who are weary 

Hear hush-a-byes cheery

See nothing but twinkling delight.

Friday Frosts

Closest Of The Close

Because they are friends,

I can take some space.

Because they are relations

I can walk away

And be myself for a while;

Buy you, closest of the close

Feel betrayed, take offence

Because I can not share

My need for some solitude.

Yet sometimes I need to be alone,

To realise and consolidate

All I have, have learnt and known;

To appreciate and mind

And remind myself of what it is to love

To find myself again and again

Beyond all doubt loved.

Closest of the close,

For all the world

I would not willingly hurt you,

Cause you pain

So say that you still love me

So I may return again.

Mel Dixon

Shiny Sunday

Catching Hold

Yes – love, love

For though we know it pains

Not to denies us the very best of all life’s richest gains.

Yes – hope, hope

For not to sullies days

Which otherwise would profit us in much more fruitful ways.

Yes – give, give

For not to kills us all

Taking can not cure us, nor prevent a fall.

Yes – trust, trust

For not to stifles hope

Making it impossible to give, to love, to cope.

Mel Dixon

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