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Wednesday, 24 June 2026

Broken Open

I have been released

Many times before

Although this sure

Feels like the big one

For several days, and nights

I have felt, and seen, a light

It is a light which I now call

The clear light of freedom


I tell you this as I listen

To Brian Eno’s Discreet Music

While I soak

In my morning bath

While I ease my shoulder pain

With the warmer water

And, with discretion being

The better part of valour


I won’t tell you

Of all of the circumstances

Which have brought about

This wonderful transition

Except to say, for I feel

That I must say something

So I will tell you that at long last

Yes at long last, there was a letter



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Tuesday, 23 June 2026

Coincidence

You sent me away

I went away

Either way

The way

Was inexcusable


I wanted to stay

Just a little bit longer

But I heard

Someone say

That is a Hollies song


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Monday, 22 June 2026

Winter

After snow, sleet

After sleet, rain

After rain, sun

After sun, light

After light, life


Life, as in birds in flight

Life, as in birds on branches

Life, as in birds at play

Life, as in birds in the snow


After snow, stillness

After snow, shadows

After snow, leaves

After snow, grass

After snow, life


Life, as in rooftops

Life, as in fences

Life, as in summer houses

Life, as in places to stay



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Sunday, 21 June 2026

Continuum

All of our summers are long ago

All of the photographs

Serve as mere guides to nostalgia


The pristine, bright red, sun umbrella

Set against the vibrant blue sky

It is a memory, but only for you


The words say something

Which only words may say

All else being lost, scattered


The four winds

They have risen, they have fallen

Their breath is of new life


All of our summers are ahead of us

All of the photographs

Have yet to be composed



Saturday, 20 June 2026

The Security Of Clothing

She is insecure

He is insecure

We are all insecure

Everybody is insecure

But I am most insecure of all


She wears bright clothes

He dresses as a country gent

We all wear our Sunday best

Everybody struts as a peacock

I try to look the part