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Friday 31 October 2014

Character

What do I find attractive
The confident, or the confidante

A body that flows and moves with grace
Or a persona with stillness
An aura that looks down at my shoes
Then twirls its hand to say ‘futurissimo

The Americans now seem to have less style
Perhaps because their wealth is on the wane

Black though holds its ground; the fat made to look thinner
Awkwardness turns itself into a statement 
and to be full on jet, over a red velvet cloak with fine denier mesh
Sure creates a definitive presence


Thursday 30 October 2014

Coupled

She drapes her arms
Over his shoulders
They both wear trainers
& turn around in sync
At the far end
Of the hall of sculptures


Wednesday 29 October 2014

Curved Ball

This is more my place than yours
Whoever you are
Wherever you might have been

The seat at my side is empty
The entire bench holds
Not one more body

Out on the floor the living intermingle
Between Woman, Man & Child

In the foreground
Two girls talk of diaries
Laughter; a third girl joins them

Their conversation turns
To places that are amazing
Behind them a Rodin and a Giacometti


Tuesday 28 October 2014

Monday 27 October 2014

Observation Duty

He waves his arms
Steps about
Turns in circles
Points, with a vengeance

His attire
Grey slacks, brown coat
Gives no suggestion
To his energetic gesticulations

Although the red shoulder bag
Seems a tad out of place
Perhaps he is the drop
Awaiting his instructions

I look up
Ar first think him gone, then 
I notice that he is on the move
Unfolding a paper notelet


Sunday 26 October 2014

People Watching

Black coffee
On the raised outdoor platform
I would so like a strong cigarette

Yet to gaze on the heavenly passers by
Is both a comfort and a distraction
Except when they too are smoking


Friday 24 October 2014

09:42

In the squeeze of suburbia
One might struggle to find beauty

Yet just catch the warm smiles
Of children, parents & grandparents
Oblivious to the ugly overhung buildings
Shored up beside the rail-track

Instead they laugh
As the tunnel’s darkness falls


Thursday 23 October 2014

Scape

One would be
Thankful
In the good light
Pensive
In the half mist
Calm
Under still clouds
In love
With the essence


Wednesday 22 October 2014

Short On Interconnection

In this darkness we rattle
All are separate, divided
I do not know
The man beside me
He does not know
How in this darkness I see



Tuesday 21 October 2014

Monday 20 October 2014

Ends Begin

The confusion grows apace
Warm blood flows more freely
As fast as the old fires are doused
New flames flicker and grow



Sunday 19 October 2014

Owned Voice

The energy for words
Superficial I says no
Inner I says rejoice
Some place between
A party & a wake
Places to settle


Saturday 18 October 2014

Room 29

His text message wakes me
Unusual for him to be unsure
Yet I do know that attribute
To be deeply embedded
In the family genes

Unusual too that he should ask me
To meet his friend, to go for lunch

Where does the guy who waits tables live
In this upbeat town of mobile high achievers
Where too the Pacamac clad cheerful youth
Who talks to himself as he gathers the litter

In the picture there is not one physical soul
The yellow orange sky cast shadows on peaks
The sea is more energetic than at peace
Its soul being some place deep embedded


Friday 17 October 2014

Quaffing Times

Pizza with spring duck topping
Finest draught Peroni
The music is a bit ropey
But there is football on TV
& I am reminded
Of the seaside bar in St Ives
(With Kate)


Thursday 16 October 2014

Crossword

Close fitted, bespoke
A good cloth
Stretched across
A sound back

But what of his mind
Head bowed as it is
Silver grey hair
Weight of wisdom

Yesterday, in his Bermuda shorts
With the blonde haired girl from West Virginia
They climbed the steps to the Buddhist temple
But today it is his, yours, and my, Thursday


Wednesday 15 October 2014

Ancient Night

To say, with a slant how easily the ink flows
In time with Bodhrán, in tune with trembled lute

To kick step
Back on to the straight and varied
No room here for lust or love
No courtship of free-flowing
Nor frozen memories

At that the song ends
Its partner takes to the dance floor
Slow steps
Lithesome glides
Sunlight of shadow

Her voice enters; how not to give
Having, as you have, given all before


Tuesday 14 October 2014

I Or Almost Or I

I make this mark as a way to begin
A doorway through which to enter

The music is vaguely religious
With deep, folk-root, overtones
The heavy curtains are drawn
Spotlights cast long shadows

I have read from Edgelands; learnt of an artist by the name Chell of who might well have captured the verges that I hoped to draw, or write of

I have read from Falling Upward of the two halves of life; reflected on my strong similarities to the failings of others on the road to maturity

Before the fever takes hold
As I fear the fever no doubt will
I stretch full to say ‘then take me’
To write as would a man possessed

I make this mark as a way to end
A doorway through which to depart


Monday 13 October 2014

Eyelid Designs

Squares morph into triangles
They change at various rates
All their lines
Dotted & bedazzled

Close your eyes 
Take a breath
Music you hear

Ambient Electronica

Close your eyes
Let the shapes
Become visual

Rails morph into circles
Their ends join as same
Both their tines
Rotten & bedraggled


Sunday 12 October 2014

Shore Walk

Pier & swim & splash
From crash of wave
To sunlit line of horizon

On & on & on at one
Butterfly catches the rye
As the baby’s cries echo

Fresh throws of summer
Beneath the spray
Days thoughts gone, astray

Stripes & stripes & stripes 
& stripes take sides to bathe
Twixt mother and child


Saturday 11 October 2014

Seasonal

The mornings autumn colours
The mornings autumn mist
I am lifted, the drift
If that is what it is, continues


Friday 10 October 2014

Furrowed

Silvery white, easier to say grey, sky
At the gate, good and early, with thoughts
Of loved ones; scattered about,  yet
Pulled together by a few words
Among the ploughed fields
Visible as the mist rises


Thursday 9 October 2014

Wednesday 8 October 2014

Tuesday 7 October 2014

Home Service

Ever so
My mother
With her love of letters

Contentment
That creeps
As lead on typeface setters

All those footsteps
In pleasant vales
Ragged trousers, wind in sail


Monday 6 October 2014

You’ll Need A Coat

Sat in the rain
It is plain, I could go to London
You are always the same
Thoughtful and considerate

Yet here I am, on the train
A soft refrain, on my way to London
The doubt almost became
Lacking in thought, how inconsiderate


Sunday 5 October 2014

A New Expanse

To be in love
To have been in love
Six coins in the fountain

The sea of love
The three of love
Warm hearts
On snow capped mountains


Saturday 4 October 2014

Birdcage Of The Soul

At the very least it ought to be a reflective letter
A piece to look back a good distance, looking back
From the safe vantage point of lost communication

I have been taken by the vistas
On several occasions the multifarious hillocks
Would catch the evidently varying light

The machair, for that is these Islanders name
For the strip of land between dune and farm
Or between dune and croft

The machair would be lit as a line
To underline the horizon
That separates sea from sky

I expected to feel more touched
By the expanse of solitude
It has not been so

Not that one could say
That the Islanders revel
In parties or conversation

Perhaps they need a long breath of finer weather
& clearer skies, but they have not yet borne
Their dark weight upon me

I have this desire, an urge to open out my life
To take full advantage of all the beauty
You included, that has so far befallen me

This journey
Into and through my subconscious
To be chartered by my superficial soul

The writer, the voice
Though no singer, I do aim to carry songs
As would the reader, to and fro

From the birdcage of my soul
To steal the words
Of one song from everybody’s past


Friday 3 October 2014

Delayed

Darkness calls around 
Slight chill of autumn
Light whistle of wind
Up the fireless chimney

All the sounds of intern
On the backlit keyboard
A thankfulness blows
As if love called my name

I shape up to see the trees
Silhouettes in feint relief
The thief of another summer
My timeless breath fades


Thursday 2 October 2014

Tongue & Groove

Sunlit Doors
Hasps, rasps, nobbles
Key locked & slide bolted

I sit on the step, half in shadow, half in light
The doors not insignificant security
Leaves me fairly well protected

It is a barrier from the onrush of parishioners
Those spirited attendees of a service
That would be difficult for me to attend

As I enter the chapel later all is quiet
It is clear of worshipers and tourists alike
I stand ever so still, to feel the magnificent privilege

Swim with venom into my veins
Run rampant throughout my hopeful mind
Give my soul these free words to rampage with

I am heavy in admiration of mortice and tenon
The carpenters surely fashioned this boldness
Making a statement, as carpenters sons are known to





Wednesday 1 October 2014

Daybreaks

Shuffled feet, peak caps
Youths disengaged

At the bus stop
Hour-long hairdo's
Are dampened down
By the mornings mist

Down the road
A mile or two
The silver sun
Breaks through

The aching female 
Sings her sultry song
Are you man enough
On the car radio

I ask myself 
Am I man enough
To face the day ahead
With a certain smile