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
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Tom
The stamp is on the envelope
not square but secure
Her Majesty’s mail is charged
to deliver
Will you open the letter at
breakfast; over tea and toast
or with your Scottish
porridge oats
I would have said more, though
I feel brevity to be your trademark:
Efficiency, without haste or waste
so to speak
The words, your words, I read them
again, in the bath with muscle soak
A balm for my aching
frozen shoulder
Your dedication was joyous
and that is why I write
That and to send you
payment for
Tormentil and Bleached Bones
Thanks
Christopher
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here