Could you feel the pain
Could you feel the cold
Do you remember her claim
When she did become so bold
Did you see the rain’s play
Over fields glowing gold
Did she ask you then to stay
Until the barley it was rolled
Was there once a dream
To begin your life anew
Do you recall the way she leaned
With the lightness to undo
How did you respond to that view
Was it with joy and care and love
And how through time did she accrue
Was it outstanding, exceptional, so so way above
Perhaps one dance
More than we should have
But only now and then
Or whenever, and once again
Maybe we did let the dust settle
More than we should have
Yes a little too often coughing
A bit for want of doing nothing
Yet what if we did stop
To take that moment by the stream
Defending our dissertation believing
Thinking of how those thinker’s dream
Playlist
With my pages of poetry
Added to a photograph
Four or five aeons ago
One set of pebbles
As a silent echo
Of the beach bound bones
Whispered there is no sound
In that instant
Or those first few moments
I was taken back
To the Jurassic coast
Where I had listened
To David Hockney
And Alan Yentob
Talking of conversation as image
The video is transferring
Archetypes is on its way
A play, of a few afternoons
Which echoed
Quite a bit
Of life
I would like to have done it better
But this skill set
Is what I am blessed with
There will be more
And my skill set will grow
What is that but life
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Wherever everyone
One and all
And all gone
Gone to ground
Ground along
Along where the sound
Sound of silence
Sound of summer
Sound of autumn
Sound of winter
Oh no my mystery
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