A poem for no reason, but the enjoyment of a new pen

Straight away, oh I say!
How smooth the silk that flows so freed,
from my newest nib.
I feel that I might write a line,
and free it from its lid.

New ponderings, new creativity,
I hope now bid to free,
and as I write and smoothly flow,
I wonder which shall lead.
Should thought lead pen,
or ink lead thought?
which flows with more panache?

And shall I even ponder such,
or spend my time amuse,
else shall I mearly let it run
resulting lines peruse.

What joy, what fun,
so easily is found,
I only free that substance,
already paper bound.

Golden Child

Ribbons of gold and russet brown
cascading gently, cross my brow.

They fall with sweep, with some panache,
then overlapping lay...

and as my mother's hands carress,
they softly glint in halflight's sleep,

and finally a resting place,
my texture softly gleams...

ribbons of gold and russet brown
descend upon my dreams.

The beast met

In early light's approach
a beast of beauty stood
towering o'er shattered stalks
a flickering mass of steamy black

his hair falls tossed high
upon a sheet of muscle dark
aloof his dark eyes gleam nobility

His sinewy neck twists
holding his head to the sun
His youth and strength defy
the moving grass beneath him
Son of the wind

Immovable but for the joy of summer
coursing his visible veins
this beautiful beast
whose guiltless lustre
frees the stallion
within me

Rose tinted spectacles

Oh sunset,
show me all your dulcet colours
and your half tone hues,
as you hide yourself,
neath a sheet of dwindling gold.

All day I avoid your stare,
but now as you recline
your visage is veiled
and I eagerly await your parting,
as my eyes creep ever nearer,
seeking colours source
as it ebbs,
and is..
no more.

Mothers Day

Only now so many years have swiftly tailed away,
I lift my head and rest my gaze on scenes of yesterday.
I realize now, the love you spent was not a cruel blow,
but spent in cherishment, and hope that you would see me grow.
To love a little is to lose. To love a lot is hard.
I know I spent so many years, beleiving I was scarred.
But through your love you freely give,
a chance for me to live.
A newer life, self sacrificed, for in Him I am hid,
from all the pain of former years, my life is freed to give.
And now my son, my cherished one,
my child yet to come,
my gorgeous wife and blissful life,
three gifts given your son.
For you it was, taught me the hope,
that only in Christs love,
would I ever find, fulfilling life,
and a Father, Him above.