So fair to be

Only I
See your eyes so close

Your eyes smile
Though no surprise
For paradise
I’ve found so close to be

I chose
Of all sweetness known

Not shown to passers by
Meanwhile why
With smiling eyes
You catch the mornings night

I froze
Your eyes so close

So close
Only seen by me
Your eyes so close
So close you’re only seen by me

With paradise
We chose

So close to be
With eyes we chose
So close to see
Surprised; you really couldn’t be

I rose
The light there seen in me

Morning sky
She cries; then dries awhile
Shown so found, abounds
Surrounds me with her smile

So close
We chose so fair to be


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Patient

Please don’t turn this page
No not yet
Please wait awhile
Just for a moment

Bear with me

Pretend to look me in the eye
Listen
To what I wish to say
Maybe elucidate

Tell me

Do you
Believe
That the little stuff
Is the pathway to the big stuff

That to say the insignificant words

Leads

To the beauty of the humming birds
If not
Do you call it happenstance
Instead of love or whatever

With this moment

Hold your lovers hand
Flash a slow smile
With happy eyes
Easy breath

Give your breath

Blow those
Old cobwebs away
Blow them to smithereens
Pleased to be

The ones in love

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Sweet Mourn

I have been able
I hope one day you may

& then the quick flit
From the motorway
To the fireplace
To the carpet on your landing

To find a taste
That this time came without chase
Was unburdened
By past felt contractions


Birth of a thought
Flicker of a light
Symbolisms sultry smell
Of scent upon her pillow

The weep of the willow
As she sweeps the earth
As she seeks for the leaves
That ground her singers

Singers
Of soft songs and lullabies
Who are in sweet mourn
Unable to say

Though one day we may
& that day is to be today


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Relate

Morning calisthenics
Love thoughts turn to love
Railway wagons shuttle past
Did you take your girl out to tea

A picnic, in the park
Philadelphia & bagels
Love, balanced with care
Lace upon your knee

Speak for endless hours
Love to tell, swell as well
Hear the seaside fairground
A conch’s story of your girl’s sea



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Wakes Week

These are the flatlands
Mad as a hatter & cap lands
Where even right beside the sea
You cannot see the sea

Not because the view is obscured
By man or even by
Those rectangular caravans
Which go on for miles and miles

Years of infinitesimal lifetimes
Time enough to put up fences, gates, verandas
Time enough for dad’s tears, granddads tears
Mum’s tears, great grandchildren’s tears

Yet without undulation there is no vista
Of the everlasting ocean
Over which your sister promised to sail
To sail and set you free

With promise
She sailed to set you free from religion
Churches; three within spitting distance
One on every corner of the ever winding road

A Methodist chapel tacked on in full view
To capture the late or lonely stragglers
Back then many more, many more workers
People of the people, workers of the day

Dayworkers who worked of the evening
Believing that on Sunday they could rest
To play far away from the shadow
Of the crooked, crooked steeple


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