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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I warmed
To those layers of yours
With their intrinsic charm
I am half inclined
To take a flight to you
Casting out a leg and an arm
It’s all the movies I see
Reminders of you
Happy being wild and calm
Such is my delight
To share with you
Honestly I absolutely mean no harm
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