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, 18 May 2012
Towards and Away from Dungeness
Into this starless sky I cast my dreams
Onto the painless prairies where streams
Of consciousness solicit the ways and means
Life is what it seems, but also otherwise
Overwhelmed by the violets and the creams
Victorian elegance that once teemed
All along our southern shores; a time serene
Life does not demean, but also otherwise
a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link