Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 28 November 2011
Incest and other conversations
Mottled
Colours through crimson bottles
Glass with past you do wonder
Petticoats on soft skin
Racehorses on close run rails
Fairways these last days of summer
Cared for with loves
Deeper understandings
Shadows only on the raindrops
Or the quenching waters
Blast furnace you do recall
Cold beers; for brow borne beads of sweat
Share incest and other conversation
Cast figures days when daylight fails
Shared with untouched love
& deeper misunderstandings
This poem didn't quite make it into the collection Rainbows On My Spectacles - Love Through a Lens
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