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
Tuesday 10 April 2012
Deep place mine
I do get lost
I am lost now
& this is the seventeenth time
that I have written this poem
So what is the cost
to rack and reason how
As we wake ourselves to sleep
what is between the now
And the abstinence
from the words I cannot keep
& this is the eighteenth time
that I have written this poem
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here