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, 15 October 2011
Dropped
that same old inconsistency
always the same
old inconsistency
continues always
along that same old
road to incredulity
segregated - why
you like to write
egress outward
like to words
release unleash
forgotten depths
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Friday, 14 October 2011
Bosh
With an impersonators skill
Complete with arm movements
& pointed finger
We are given another chapter
In the latest saga
Of the destructive monologues
Through fizzling gritted teeth
& pursed lips
We hear the detritus
Of the old man’s worldly thoughts
& guidance for youths to follow
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Thursday, 13 October 2011
Port
Island waters: seas, lochs, streams, waterfalls
The poet’s father’s daughter plays the pipes and all
All to have a calling from the birth date to the wake
Words that stall, fall short of deep within
Rhythms of the oceans & of the seven deadly sins
Sunlight on the ferry
As for the boys in France
Back to making merry
Lead the nearly men a dance
Tall ships and seaborne warriors
Divers for the crab and clam
Hear the anthems of the Highlands
Fire the fear and then be damned
Dream of wide open moorland
Sleep on thoughts of mountain tan
Lay down old preoccupations
As you would in far away Japan
With the author who committed seppuku
After turning the pages on the love that ran
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Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Transmission
Past Benbecula airstrip
My mind trips into the past
Your lasting impressions
Stress the importance
Concordance of memory
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Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Volbeda
He paints from memory
He walks across the Machair
Out to the still or raging seas, on to the life of living sands
Back in his studio he lets the canvas carry his load
He works from memory
The depths of his unconscious are ravaged
Whilst his present mood
Is reflected in the surface tension of the painting
These will be original works of memory
For as Jac says
He is a professional artist
He is a painter, not a printmaker
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