Tom

The stamp is on the envelope
not square but secure
Her Majesty’s mail is charged
to deliver

Will you open the letter at
breakfast; over tea  and toast
or with your Scottish
porridge oats

I would have said more, though
I feel brevity to be your trademark:
Efficiency, without haste or waste
so to speak

The words, your words, I read them
again, in the bath with muscle soak
A balm for my aching
frozen shoulder

Your dedication was joyous
and that is why I write
That and to send you
payment for
Tormentil and Bleached Bones

Thanks

Christopher


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

Emerson at Eight

I wait for the sunset
take photographs of the fallen shadows
pick away at the frayed hems
of the poet’s daydream denim jeans

The evening primrose comes to collect me
her verse is voiceless as she opens
yet she breathes the air the concert gave us
She breathes the life we so shortly see

I wait for the sunset
on a patch of solitary ground
take stock of the distance to be found
in the poet’s hem picked denim jeans




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

Self

I am often of the opinion
that to read my own words
is the most appealing

The sound of my own
voice resonates with
the recurrence of infection

Try it if you will,
take a few moments,
write a few words,

Read them out loud,
praise yourself with a smile,
stood before a mirror

I am also of the opinion
that to read your chosen words
is to me often the most revealing









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

Footstep

Just to walk in steady air,
dawdle, leather scrawled into tarmac
Fingers curled,
seeds plucked from grassland fountains

Here and there a minor disturbance,
aeroplane or automobile
Or a thought, a flashback to a pain,
dull in its attempt at escapology

Just to walk, throw a stone upon the water
ponder, as though life itself is
in the preservation
as fingers brush the skin you breathe



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

Recurrence

Please do this one thing for me
thank you… could you do it again
could you do it again ad infinitum

Push me a little closer to the edge
a little nearer to the rivers flow
It’s ok, I have my boat and paddle
I am used to working against the tide

Please do this one thing for me
it helps me greatly… together we may
do it again, do it again ad infinitum

Push me, I need gentle tough persuasion
to uncork the champagne, or race against time
It’s ok, I have my ways and customs
I am used to misunderstanding my dreams




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