The questions that I ask
Which no one answers
With a yes or a no
Yet they espouse
The pathway to their house
Or their door
But green is the colour
That I seek
Not stop, nor wait, but go
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
The questions that I ask
Which no one answers
With a yes or a no
Yet they espouse
The pathway to their house
Or their door
But green is the colour
That I seek
Not stop, nor wait, but go
I go there
I go there
I end there
I end there with you
I smile
I laugh
Also I cry
I end there with you
I had to be alone
Life was too too intrusive
But I like your picture
I always go there with you
A sink
With a mirror
Another mirror
For make up
One wall of wardrobes
One with a full length mirror
A bay window
To one side of the bed
A Mark Rothko print
On the opposite wall
Above the king-size double bed
A row of cupboards
All of this for certainty
Among the uncertainty
Outcast
I have cast myself out
And I am slowly forgetting
How to reopen the door
Bitterness
Helps me to be bitter
Humour
Helps me to smile
Happiness
Follows swiftly
As I sit, secure
In my meditation chair
I started writing
Seriously
At the same age
That Shakespeare died
We were both fifty-two
He was a Stratford-On-Avon
And London lad
I have travelled further than he
All the counties of England
As well as many European cities
Have felt my footsteps
Also the line of my pen
But can I be certain
That he had not been there
Before me
Every girl
Needs a name
As she becomes
Woman
One or two
Would do
But neither
To be honest fit
So take time
Search high and low
Hither and thither
Until you fall firm
I remember a girl
Tall and thin
Wearing a see-through blouse
Which I unbuttoned
To fondle and kiss
Her uncovered breasts
Later we had intercourse
For which I was prepared
I had brought a Featherlite
Which she showed me
How to lubricate and install
We were both of age
But only just
She was the vicar’s daughter
To begin
The movements were slow
But quite soon
We were going steady
Then it all ended
And we didn’t see
Each other naked ever again
Out of Mind
I often return
The house
The lane
The road
The esplanade
The sands
The sea
Undressing
My mind
Step by step
Door by door
Doubt by doubt
Into the present
Out of the past
The body aches
Yet it is the red light
Which stops the motion
In this time
Of deep fakes
I feel authentic
Out we go
With the horses
For all our sakes
If and only if
After visiting
Those places
Once again
From childhood
From vacations
From joyful times
And contemplations
She lifted
We raised together
However
She travelled further
I twisted
We turned forever
Nevertheless
I tried always to impress