Grow Up

I re-read your old letters

See what I took to be excitement

I read with interest

Of the love I thought I saw

We had many complications

With so many children 

Yet to become grown up

But you said it would be fun

We would work

Through our complications

And with the children gone

We would have twice the fun

I sent you new letters

Tried to raise erased excitement

But I wrote with a dualistic interest

As now I also fed on our lost love

There were complications

For we grew apart

From the start we lost our sight

Forgot it could be fun

We were not inspired

To work together

Through our complications

…and with the children

All but one now gone

We have given up -

We've messed about

& pressed out all the fun

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Lonesome

I laugh on my own, but I am not alone
No, you are here
You do not disappear

Is this the same
For lovers in grief
The disbelief

Shown by friends and family
Who do not
Cannot understand

You have not gone
Not away
Just to another peaceful place

Where I join you
Everyday
In my own gentle way

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Town Boy

I sit inside the Christian fellowship coffee shop amongst a melodramatic search for reason; day dreams of retreat, into sublime silent solitude, sparrow-crumbs of memories in flight across my mind

Actually I pay my fare and sit astride the Easy Rider metro double-decker bus; visualising moorland heathers of golden crimson that one day we might have walked upon together


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Simultaneously stomping, stamping, smashing down the stairs

Simultaneously stomping, stamping, smashing down the stairs

Entrance, what an entrance, crashing, lashing, loads of noise

Argument, discord, simultaneous stacking, lacking thought

Pulling, sullen, mulling …togetherness ensues, chocolate drops consumed

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Now a little story

Now a little story
Of the girl in the balloon
Who touched life, not a moment too soon

Light cried the captain
We need somebody light

I’m light whispered the little girl

Bright cried the captain
We need somebody bright

I’m bright whispered the little girl

Fight cried the captain
We need somebody who will fight

I’ll fight whispered the little girl

Might cried the captain might turn rough
We’ll need somebody tough

Might be a lady whispered the little girl
But I’m bright and I’m light and if it turns rough then I’ll get tough!

Hop aboard whispered the captain
Overwhelmed by her presence

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