The very ground resonates. It is anything but a Fall, this time of year. Suffused by beauty, the air lifts. Hazy light; a welcome sight for sore eyes. All glows warm, as sated lovers. Summer’s passions spent- now comes repose. The land exhales- all growing passed as nature stretches languid, Pulls up its leafy … More Autumnal Poem for Bobbie
There is a true haven in moments of time, if you can just settle yourself enough to appreciate them. Copyright Tom Tide 2017
Fluid as a Hokusai wave, this blushing Granite. Wind-worn, Mica-clad curves. Solid and sensual- An athlete’s thighs. Yet so maddeningly quixotic! A draughtsman’s Midnight doodles. Speech-bubbles from a comic, with only one phrase looming: ‘Are we real’? Grinning Sphinx mouths mock replies. Who care’s, when they’re so beautiful? Even their make up exotic. Feldspar: now … More Simply Elemental
Do you know what impresses me about pebbles? They endure. Always. I mean, pick your punishment: they’ve beaten it. Volcanoes, Earthquakes, Crushed for Millennia, Slammed out of Cliffs, Storms, Waves. Dogs. Battered beyond belief. Yet… All the more beautiful for their bludgeoning. Unbroken. Never. Ever. Shattered. As are all impressive people. © Tom … More Impressive
A momentary glow. Warm evening embers. Tender shoots blessed with hazy radience. Others by purple shadows. Air-formed dew already in the air. Grass seed on my damp shoes. and my mind full of nothing but the colours… Yet with this child’s-eye view come a throng of memories unbidden yet welcome. The beading of dew held fast … More Luminescence of a Summer evening.
Writing is a blessed curse, Imagination veils my sight; Transforming most mundane of things to figmentations of pure fright. Winding creeper takes on fangs, Becoming Mowgli-seeking Carr, The jungle spreads beneath my feet With vipers seeking flesh to Mar. Honey-tongued and forked mischief, Whispers of forbidden fruit Whilst over growing temples peep from … More Serpentine
You are life-giving and shockingly beautiful. You are water, my love. I would swim inside you, and you inside me Forever, yet would be drowned by my devotion. So I dam you up. Make myself in to strong walls to shield me from you. I could say it works. Yet the truth is, you already … More Dam you forever, my love?
If I am to come back as man-made stuff, Would that I be the underbelly of a bridge. Bathing in reflected moonlight of an evening, Basking in warm, refracted sun in the day. I would wrap the winter darkness around my stony self. Let me see the joyous faces ambling along. Peering at the … More The Underside of Bridges
Clouds like seas above hills: Hills rise in to mighty tidal peaks; Piercing rays light the heavens. © Tom Tide 2017
Shattered fishing float: Mimics waveform at its crest; Jagged, yet so calm. © Tom Tide 2017