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Sunday, 31 July 2022

Decoration - Conversation

Another clock

Which also does not move

Though a bronze coloured lampshade

Hangs symbolically beside it


This is the old warehouse

With a pen and ink sketch

Of horse and cart

Beneath the pulley


I take a ginger flapjack

As Lou Reed sings

Take a walk on the wild side

Surprised by the coincidence I sip


My piping-hot black Americano

And take a call from my daughter

Who is on her way to collect her children

- I am her fallback conversation 



Saturday, 30 July 2022

Illuminate

We cannot have

What we cannot have

However much

That pains us


Yet not to forget

The love

All of the love known

Even in one lifetime


Not meaning to trade

On another’s love

But to have known love

In the gifted and the given


Listen

How quiet it is

How still it is

On this unsettled morning


Are we artists

Or are we warriors

Can anyone explain to me

How to have seen the light



Friday, 29 July 2022

Worse

So close

Together

Yet so far apart


How distant

The worlds

Where souls don’t meet


A purpose

For the action

But what purpose


A reason

For the posture

But what reason 



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Thursday, 28 July 2022

Food And Drink

It wasn’t the West Indies jerk chicken

Or the October birthday marker

Although that played a part

Especially when followed by

The nitrogen enhanced ice-cream


We had walked through the park

Then alongside the canal

Until we reached the outpost

Of the nation’s capital city

Where the glass asks us to reach for the sky


It wasn’t the ride

Out to our boat hotel

On the edge of the financial quarter

Where buildings are deserted

At both ends of the day


We had travelled from the north

To meet with friends and children

Or just to be together

Visiting galleries and museums

To wash ourselves in beauty


It wasn’t the Italian restaurant

By the lights at Piccadilly

Although that plays a part

Especially the shared tapas style

And the £37-00 glass of Barolo



Wednesday, 27 July 2022

Finite

The hair is like

A ragamuffin man

As if the scarecrow

In the Wizard of Oz


Not that he cares

Or at least

He pretends not to care

With his air of superiority


The blue sky

The silver white clouds

The wind, as near and far

As the eye can see


Lampshades

Photographs

Double-glazed clear windows

With a gleam and a sparkle


The old clock

Does not tick nor tock

Neither does it chime

At every quarter of the hour 


Tuesday, 26 July 2022

Apprenticed

Contemplation, meditation even

Gifts the time

To rehearse one’s art

In the spirit

Of loving kindness


As if to sojourn

In the meadow

Or saunter

Over the sand dunes

With love in the ascendency


There to find

The lover

The poet

The song

Of all mankind


Settled into the hollow

Sheltered by humanity

From your worries

To practice your work

In readiness for the future



Monday, 25 July 2022

Split

Two hearts

Equally broken

One hurt by the other

The other torn

By the same one


One stands

Wobbly and tearful

The other

Lies on the floor

Writhing in pain


Red eyes

Are streaming

As cold voices

Struggle

To scream and shout




Sunday, 24 July 2022

ABC

Rain

Turns to sleet

Turns to snow


Depression

Turns to doubt

Turns to joy


Tears

Turn to tantrums

Turn to laughter


I

Turn to you

You turn to smile




Saturday, 23 July 2022

Closed Off Send Off

He looks at photographs

Of half-empty beaches

And the boat trip

Out to Seal Island

On his solitary vacation


No one to talk to

After the dismal breakfast

At the vegetarian B&B

No conversation either

In the public house at teatime


Yet the images suggest

A calmness, tranquility even

The shot of the footbridge

In shadow over the railway line

Is particularly artful and abstract


He had bought the camera

On the way down

The shop assistant told him

It was the latest model

And would serve him well


This proved to be perfectly true

Especially in the bus station

With a composed capture of departure

Although his request for a private audience

With her mother had been denied 


Friday, 22 July 2022

Long Way Round

They climbed out of the car

After a three hour drive

From the airport on the coast

Stepping over the threshold


To enter a weekend of escape

Writing, reading, painting

Listening to music

Going to the theatre


Their prodigious lovemaking

Gave energy for the workplace

Where technical innovation was

Married to commercial persuasion


In this way he now believes

That art and love

Had brought renewed endeavours

To the world of science and reason 


Thursday, 21 July 2022

Potent

Recycling

The Valentine’s card

How much psychic energy

Can one life carry


Validation

Of one’s skills and resources

To turn something out of nothing

Into a thing of desire


And so, yes, why not

Make a film

Out of this whole feeling

Of artistic endeavour


This, an alternative way

For learning and understanding

To bring aesthetics into the conversation

Of reason and discovery




Wednesday, 20 July 2022

Mantra

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Forgiveness


From you

From I

From everyone together



Tuesday, 19 July 2022

Imbue

It seems to me, fairly clearly

That an artist talking about their work

Is far more interesting

Than having a scholar tell another’s story


Being told that the painter

Is bleak and melancholic

Is nothing like as immersive

As the painter revealing the pathway to his own soul


It isn’t so much the inspiration

But rather the inner mind

Which strengthens the exposure

This I must remember


Also that hope should always be apparent

That the smiles of love ought to permeate

Into the very fabric

Of the film, the photograph, and the word 



Monday, 18 July 2022

Unknown Territories

Entertained

By a squirrel

On the house roof


I watch from the old stables

Waiting

For the speed awareness course to begin


He, or she

Tries several escape routes

All to no avail


I think of this speeding occurrence

Also the previous one

Several years ago


That time I was heading for the seaside

This time I was returning home from Hockney's place

Both times I was well out of my manor



Sunday, 17 July 2022

Ground

The thin strip of bright light

Offers an entrance

To transcendence


The moss and lichen

On the winter branches

Suggests time longer than time itself


Daughter, mother, granddaughter

Capture the generations

With life; with old life, with new life


Beside the visual

Also the ethereal

And the ancestral


We can think of rooftops

And cafés by the quay

Eating Pastéis de Nata


Those thin strips of bright light

Equanimous, as forms

For insight and reflection 



Saturday, 16 July 2022

Alms

In need of suspension

To feel for disbelief

Parting from dissension

As the cure to find relief


Lift the lid off this attention

Learn to search upon your knees

Gift the gifts of freed ascension

Learn to sail upon the seven seas


In the midst of the passing

Called up by images and dreams

There to find by the final lashings

Nowhere is ever what it seems


In the need of right direction

To feel alive for all he pleads

Apart though from exemption

The cure is in the founding deeds


Lift the lid off this confession

Learn to fall beside the reeds

Gift the gifts of clear impression

Learn to rally by counting trees


In the midst of those harassing

Carried on by the poet’s screams

There alone in the final romancing

Nowhere is not at all what it seems