By Scott Bailey © 2014

Tower of stone
Where hearts are joined
Names are blessed
Flesh is laid to rest
Still
The tower is stone
And cannot
Learn to love

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Span of stone
Taking some to work
Others home
As it has
For centuries
Others watch

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

A white wedge
Spotted in the corner
Of a run-down shop
Off the track
Joyful memories swell
And from the past
I hear the clattering
Of a metal bowl
Filling with a quarter pound
Of sherbet lemons

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Hot red and burnt orange
The peppers in the pot
Ready to be plucked
And in the dinner popped

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Whatever happened to gauges
Haven’t seen one for ages
It gives a feeling of age
Does a good gauge
Engineering solid and good
Surrounded by brass or set in wood
The odd jet of steam venting
What were they all preventing

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Wife!

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Standing on a high hill
Green fields rolling away beneath my feet
Off into the hazy horizon.
Strong breeze blowing through my hair
It exhilarates me – makes me feel
I could step forward and fly
Yet
It is nothing to the way you make me feel

Laying in the sun
In the lush deep grass
Sparkles dancing on the water
Blue skies in great expanse arching high
Warms me – happiness safe in my heart
Yet
Cold compared to the warmth you bring

A word of praise from peers
Or reward for long hard work
A beer after a trying day
Shoring up my worth
Yet
Nothing makes me better – more the man I should be
Than having you by my side forever
My love
My wife
My Rachel

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

On wing
Defying the earth
Submitting to the wind
And trust
Soaring joy
Freedom high
Oh for wings
For real

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Bluebell path
Goes to the heart
A potent sign
Of where I am
Where I have been
My roots are theirs
We share soil
And shall again

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Living to please
Rather than to be
More on show
Than on the prowl
But in the beating
Heart and genes
Waits the hunter

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Staring down the barrel
Of everyday life
Wondering how long the fuse will last
Tensing to dodge
The final bang
Never can

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

With my lens
Capture the beach
Only to find
A watcher
Staring back
What does it see
The watcher from the sea

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Shining steel
A grill like a grin
Of the shark that killed you

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Defying the cold
In blue and gold
Vanity knows no bounds

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Mysteries of the deep
Simple and unique
Floating by in waves
Who knows what it saves
Deep in its memories
Deeper mysteries

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Back and forth
Criss-crossing
Thick and thin
Loose and taut
A complexity of lines
Just
To go forward

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Food and heat and warmth
Constant needs that connect us
To ancestors old

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Like broken teeth
Unmaintained
No longer useful
Yet
Somehow
Pleasing to the eye
Leading us
To who knows where

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Rock in the flow
Water jumps high
Rock is steadfast
Water jumps for joy
Time passes
Rock is worn to sand
Water flows serene

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Climbing
Slowly to the sky
Many years
Many lives
Reaching for the canopy
We rise
Will we be spared
The axe

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Into the hole
Drawn in by the urge
To know
Waiting
Are fangs

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Brass
Steam
Steel
Coal
Old
Times
Warm
Smells
Thudding
Down the rails

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Dissecting darkness
Silver shining score
Weaving across the night
Hanging, trembling, shimmering
Waiting for
A hapless fly
To wrap up and serve
As an artist’s
Main course

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams