You

When all else, all, looks dim, You are there, drawing me on. My fixed point. My home. You.   © Tom Tide 2017  

All Ways

  Deep within my beating Heart : I Love you to the last degree; Every which way and back     Copyright Tom Tide 2017    

What did you mean?

When I found you, you were ragged. So dusty. Sleeveless in the cold of your neglect. Though metal-rimmed. Built to last. Bumping through the decades, from storage to storage.   But what did you mean? You were and are a demo. So: Did you spark a tryst? Give words to some unspoken love? Why didn’t…

Dam you forever, my love?

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…

Each and every

I think of you with each and every swing…   Copyright Tom Tide 2017

Work Station- a teacher’s lifeline.

This most odd of places, to which I retreat. Shuffle off teacher robes, and return to myself. This quiet, sunlit cove of my lifes and loves. Plastered over the walls, as if by retreating floods. Yey no. Not plastered. Placed, with loving care for eyes to drink upon and be refreshed, Whatever challenges the chipping away…

Pearlescent

All it took was early Sunday light spilling across the onyx- hemmed pearly squares; fresh bright glaring light picking out the delicate mosaics between them. My son had set up the board within pulsing sunlight from the window, with all the fierce focus and sensuality of the young and keen. Harnessing the beauty of the…

Materfamilias

  There are no words to thank you for your love, None can suffice: they would be infinite. For all you teach me, I thank stars above: Until the dawn absorbs their gentle light.   Yet I shall give you words that you taught me, The precious gift of words, which I adore: For in your goodness you…

Oh Dear Me

I look at me three decades ago. Or you, rather. I’m unrecognisable now. Every cell thrice renewed. I wish I could take your head between my hands, Look in to your eyes and say ‘Your mind is wired strangely. Talk to people about it, in all its frenzied energy’. I would say ‘Swim every day….

God Jul. A Christmas Story.

What follows is a Christmas story. I have written it for all of the lovely people who read my blog. Thank you all. Wholeheartedly. Tom Tide. ———————— They were all worn out and grumpy, and as if she had read his thoughts the stamping started. Glancing down at the drooping antlers  and shuffling hooves in…

Atomic

  I could say you are the blood within my veins. I could say I love the very bones of you. Could say I bless each day that wains, For all the days are not enough with you.   For this fierce love is far beyond my form. It is as wide as all the firmament, It…

I’m the King of the Castle!

I can see why it happened. I can. I really can. I can even see how I may have contributed to it. Perhaps. My wife removes the ‘may’part. But when it happened it was awful. My mind clouds. All I could manage was a gutteral ‘OH FUCK’, and a lunge towards the household aisle. Where did this…