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
Friday, 16 December 2011
Dry
Butterfly
& dandelion
Wisp of sand
Land of Zion
Once ordinary folk
House martins
Homing pigeons
& sparrows parting
On telegraph wires
Can we please talk
Salmon leap
Passed rainbow trout
In sea and stream
They too weave in & out
What is there to talk about
Buttercups
Clovers, daisies
Soundproofed
Stone walls
Must we shout
Silk, velvet
Nylon vest
Negligee, slip
Land of Zion?
Give it a rest
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