Cloth

I did not wake in your bed
but I was not uncomfortable
to be half naked in your house

Nor was I surprised
to see the newborn so sound asleep
laid gentle in the brightest white
simple, cottoned, quadratic frame



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

Silk Road

Nestled in the softened grass
off the pathway
warm in the afternoon sun

Do you go there
in your imagination
to meet again, ever impressed

In that stretch before the time to wake
before the time for sleep
before the time to make sense of it all

Two bodies nestled in the settled grass
off the coastal pathway
warm in the afternoon sun

If you go there
in your imagination
you would meet me there, I guess









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

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