Sunday, 26 September 2021

Outside The Hairdressers

A slit, horizontal
Of blue, blue sky
Above the rooftops
Below the passageway ceiling

That view, restricted
Of emptiness, openness
Above this idea of future
Below that idea of past

My steadiness deserts me
I wobble like the smog
His holiness is thus set to be
I turn, as if a damaged knuckle

Saturday, 25 September 2021

Benjamin’s Poem

My socks
Have dinosaurs
Blue and pink
What do my parents
Think about

My shorts
Are checked
Orange and green and blue
What do my parents
Want me to do

My tee-shirt
Is plain
And blue, again
What do my parents
Want from this game

Friday, 24 September 2021

Thomas’ Poem

My socks
Are red and blue
They remind me of you

My shorts
Are navy blue
Their battles
Remind me of you

My tee-shirt
Is hooped
White, Breton blue, and green
Their bicycles, their onions
They remind me of you


Thursday, 23 September 2021

Our Words

Without you here
The silence engages
The ether enriches
It is in the not knowing
That we find our knowing

Wednesday, 22 September 2021

My Words

I make a sandwich
And think of you
I write a poem
And think of you

I say to myself
This is all getting a little bit
Too much like
Liza Minelli and the Pet Shop Boys