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Saturday, 31 January 2026

Sit And Talk And Fly

I talk to I, I talk to you

It is what we do, we do

First person, second or third

Flying as a bird


I sit with I, I sit with you

It’s simply what we choose to do

One person, or two, or three

As leaves on the purperley tree



Friday, 30 January 2026

You As You

I talk to the wind

The wind does not hear

The wind cannot hear

King Crimson I talk to the wind


Perhaps today we might share a conversation

As you warm me up

As you cool me down


As you sway the grasses

At my feet

To and fro, to and fro


What’s that you say

You have come a long way

And you have many miles still to go


Further than I might imagine you think

To places that I have not ever visited

And maybe not even dreamed of


I didn’t come here to talk with you

But that’s how it’s turned out

Have a nice day



Thursday, 29 January 2026

Movement, Sound And Vision

The river, most probably

Came to the hillside

And thought it best to turn


The sheep have gone

During that one meditation

When we were told the rains are due


The tree on the horizon

With the silver skyline

Is gifted its own highlight


The sheep haven’t gone

I cannot see them

But I can hear them



Wednesday, 28 January 2026

Coupled Up

Canoe on the river

Brilliant orange affair

Oars create waves

Waves ripple to the shore


A serious walker

You can tell from her pace

A slower walker

You can tell from unsteady steps


Swallows, swifts or house-martins

Put on a red arrows display

Now they are all here

Swooping and gliding


And just so soon they’ve gone

Making way for a pair

Of smaller birds

Who come together with a kiss



Tuesday, 27 January 2026

Ought’n I

Maybe I wouldn’t

Remember you

And maybe I shouldn’t

Say I ought


Perhaps it was you

Strolling beside

The library

Window


Or within those glimpses

Of blue blue sky

Seen through the leaves

Of the big green tree



Monday, 26 January 2026

Sense

I hear the sheep

I smell the morning grass

I feel the wind

I smile at the sunrise



Sunday, 25 January 2026

Beginning The Work

I watch a web being woven

It’s a steady start to the day

The dew on the grass glistens

As I listen to the geese

Fly low over the water


On the opposite hillside

Sheep move orderly

From one field into the other

In the meditation room

There is a breeze to my shoulder

Outside a wind rustles through the leaves


Eyes moving along the horizon

From the dark of night

To the bright light of day

The trees begin as pitch, pitch-black

Gradually turning, or developing

Into a quite brilliant late summer’s green



Saturday, 24 January 2026

Settling In

Moon

Above the field

Moon

Above the river


Field

Upon the hill

River

Around the bend




Friday, 23 January 2026

Arrival

Overnight

At Gloucester Docks

After afternoon in the sun

At SWFC


Now

In the four-poster room

Looking out

To sheep on the hillside


Outside, below the tall windows

The noise of conversation

Silence begins

At nine pm


Then

To wake to the sound

Of the ringing bell

Before Qigong on the lawn





Thursday, 22 January 2026

Bar

A pair of blow torches

Signed by Veritas

Well worn chair cushions

Bearing the name Pro Bono


A glass of hand pulled beer

Black Sheep back by customer’s request

Time ticks, and takes away the minutes

Before the ringing of the bell



Wednesday, 21 January 2026

Echo

Red Star of Belgrade

Sporting Lisbon

River Plate

Partisan Belgrade


Ageless wisdom timeless love

Metro lands, metropolis

Let me take your ticket

Let me take your bag


Empty stadiums

Changed civilisations

Breathe on my lips

Be my first kiss


Red Star or Partisan

Once for innocent youth

Now adrift of the beautiful game

Now adrift of the wonderful life



Tuesday, 20 January 2026

Narcissism

I write of you

I think of me

I see you

I see another side of me


I talk of the reflection in your eyes

What is it there that I see

I talk of your words whispered to me

What is it there that I hear


In the distance of my imagination

What there am I to imagine

In the first instance of my fascination

Why then am I so facile


In the beauty of you beside me

I gather a smile

I think of you

I write of me



Monday, 19 January 2026

Water and wind

Over a bridge

Of still tumbling water

Over the sea

Of tipsy topsy tranquillity


Clouds on horizons

Of beautiful visions

Shrouds in the sky

Try their best to fly