Slip

The words walk behind
to half catch the contemplation
to make a sense of not a lot to do

All the while there are whispers
in the gantries of the molecular mind

Trickle, trick. trickle, trick, trickle

All these hours all the while
whispers behind the conversations

Did you think, trickle trick
that would be the thick of it
to make a sense of not half to do



a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Farmer’s boy

Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture

Young boys, racing towards youth
Young men
blinded with lovelorn fractures

Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture

Young blood, given for a truth
Teardrop floods
aching; set aside the tractors

Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture







a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Build up

It is as it is
Or it is,
as we would want it to be

There is a washing line,
of football shirts in winter
of cricket flannels, in the height of summer

There is wanting
in the young girls eyes
but sadness lays deeper with the mothers

There is an ebbing tide
of bottle tops and dinghies
of champagne corks cheerful singing

It is as it is
Or it is
as we would want it to be

There is a smile today
A tear shared with a handshake
It is a sad foray
Pain bared for the mind sake

It is as it is
Or as it wants it to be

The cries of anguish
Set aside in quiet quarters
Cries of inescapability
building up defences

It is as it wants it to be
It is as it is

a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Virginia

Folded over, folded in on your self
You reach out, with curled up tips
your tributaries; branches & firm centre line
settled deep from tip to toe

You take me to the harbour rails
let me step upon the boardwalk
All my summer was in the waiting

Only when the seasons change
do you turn into your full colour
Only when the seasons change
are you undone by my wild winds

You are ripped from the red white stalks
torn, you let me pull you into the breeze
You float, without waiting, to my floor

Dry sun,  takes away our moisture
dry clear days take away our breath
until the day of gathering when we stroke
and caress; a private life in the public view






a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Handwriting

Notes I made
forbade the thoughts
of sloping margins

Suggestions, of my own
that I struggled to cope
without I barge in






a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here