Watercombe in the Mirror

That late May afternoon
Nineteen years or so ago
I climbed the five bar gate
Walked two thousand metres
Over the pipeline

I kicked stones down to the river
Whistled to the sheep
Who appeared to be reasonably settled

By the trout pass I took off my boots
Dangled my feet into the water

My laughter trapped in the bowl
Of the wrapped around hillside
Only now the laughter


a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link

I have taken a lot of pleasure

From this paper and this pen
Difficult to commence
Indefinable intent

In between: visions
Missions from black to gold
Lullabies, heaven sent

Pleasures taken for real
By the person
Not simply the pen lent

Wherever I began
Not to know
Whatever was meant

In between, loss of control
Flotillas of clouds
Windblown thoughts bent



a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link

Envelope

Twenty four pence
Boundless limitless value
A moment a minute a lifetime
No one not ever

Opened my heart or my pen
Opened and broken
Twenty four pence
A stamp to save our love



a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link

Against the Rain

Did I write of a white May moon
On this on a scrap of paper
Like a smooth boulder

I am your white May moon

Soon another train will rickety rattle
Tittle tattle on the radio home
I miss too too

You you you, I miss you my white may moon

We walked on sunrise seashores, held hands
Kept warm, touched life at the fingertips
Emotions recharged with energy explosions

I walk alone, against the rain

Elements to touch, to touch together
Pleasure, pleasure in this life
A gift of your unlimited ideals

I too too miss you our white may moon



a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link

Preamble

The bramble is in bloom
The yellow gorse there’s yards and yards of it
The rain speckled rambler
Walks smiling through

This pathway followed by monks of old
Today’s story told
Around last centuries newest abbey
Amongst the twisted vines and lavender

In the bookshop reading of retreats
Buying Aristotle's thoughts on happiness
The gentle people congregate
Smiling eyes, soft spoken voices

Back on the moors
Back among magnificent vista's
A thousand years
A million miles

The beauty brings alive the eyes and ears
The traveller thanks his lucky stars
Nature has many more surprises
The river rises in a flash spring spate

Meditation in stained glass surrounds
To a backdrop of glory and giving
Being your brothers keeper
Contributing for continuation

Sunshine and showers
Photographs of flowers
Reaching peace
Touching love

Being there
Just being
Immersed in absorption
Feeling alive


a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link