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
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Rain
There is a song at the waters edge
There are pebbles on vacant sands
There are swirls
Where the water heads towards the sea
There are people, why wouldn't there be
The beauty of this beach idyll
Is then all but beaten out of me
By Kate's insistence
That we carry on walking in the rain
Towards a small dwelling
With four windows and a door
I go along with the daftness for a while
But finally insist on returning to the hotel
Kate takes shelter
She walks to my left side away from the slanting rain
My right side becomes soddened
At the cross roads we turn right
Now we walk directly into the wind, and rain
Kate takes shelter
She walks just short of a rainfalls depth behind me
My front becomes entirely soddened
A calm emerges, clear light ahead
There are songs in my heart
There are stones for my feet to kick
There are puddles for children to skip and splash in
There are people, why wouldn't there be
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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
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