He is a guy I never met
But I think I would have liked to
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
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Willie's Campaign
A warmer wind
Nine seagulls on sentry duty
On top of the ferryboat docking posts
Out in the sound
Past the buoys and the markers
Beyond the Shiants and the fish-farms
A warmer water
Suited to dolphins and whales
Soaked in dreams of human pastimes
Framed for the canvas
Stilled by the paintbrush or camera
Settled by slower words, irregular verse
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Sunday, 2 October 2011
Framed
Endless shimmers
Wave after wave of nostalgia
Patterns thought never to be repeated
Bring their own sense of what’s gone on before
They dwell here & now for a while
Before moving on, to afterwards, ever so slowly
Photographers flip out
Their flip up cameras
Form into rows and rows
To capture the ferry's berth
We are number two
In the orderly queue
We look back, focus
With a self satisfied smile
On our fellow travellers
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Saturday, 1 October 2011
Itinerant
A hive and a beanstalk
A tin hut on the bog
Heaven on a peat moor
Slow down you damnable frog
Friday, 30 September 2011
Solitude No More
You think I want to be here alone
But I have to say that isn't true
The reason that I'm here at all
Is to be here alone with you
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