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
Monday, 26 December 2011
This Night
I cannot turn out the light
That you turned on for me
Even if it was my choice
It is not my overriding right
I turn, to turn out the night
But cannot override the sight
Filled with resounding voice
That you turned on for me
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Saturday, 24 December 2011
Ambient Love Words
Say I love you
Yes I love you
Say you love me
Yes I love you
Say so, say so
I love you
I love you
Say so
Say so
Say so I love you
Say so I love you
I love you so say so
I love you so say so
Say I love you
Say I love you
Say so
Say so
Say so say
Say so say
Say so I love you
Say so I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I say
I say
Say so
Say so
Say so I love you
I love you
Yes I love you
Say you love me
Yes I love you
Say so, say so
I love you
I love you
Say so
Say so
Say so I love you
Say so I love you
I love you so say so
I love you so say so
Say I love you
Say I love you
Say so
Say so
Say so say
Say so say
Say so I love you
Say so I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I say
I say
Say so
Say so
Say so I love you
I love you
Picture in Ether
Wax jacket
Corduroy collar
Pressed studs
Snowflake
Eye drop
Sparkle
Pursed lip
Classic
Bone structure
Woollen scarf
Round and down
Cross patterns cross
Jade stone
Pendant
Laid on a silver string
Hair strands damp
Five down the forehead
Frizzle fine, on top
Blouse
Button
Peel of skin
Fence, fern
Return
Within
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Friday, 23 December 2011
Is it because
Is it because I’ve lost you
That I am in love with you so
Is it because we will be
No more together
That I imagine forever so
Is it because you never say
That I write
Almost every day
Is it because of past fascination
That I perceive some
Superimposed reconciliation
Is it because of doubt
That this last line petered out
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Thursday, 22 December 2011
Blow away the bogus
Transcendental meditation
Imagination
The moving picture is
Still of you
Desensitise the eyes
Realise
Still the moving picture
Takes a familiar view
Smiles layered deeper
Sweep
The field and the focus
Substitute a lower locus
Fragments of emotion
Nights of skin touched
Without caution
Externalise
Blow away the bogus
Wise men wander free
But near
The regressive seer
One kiss caught me, I leer
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