Senior Moment

In this quiet time
waiting for the cobwebs
listening to the inner ear
and all our sonic reflections

Watching the winter tree waft
around in the tip-toe breeze
all is grey, grey, or should I
lighten the mood and say
not grey, but silver

But still it is a quiet time
Is it quiet with you?
I imagine you in a cottage
with an open fire, or in
a maisonette with art deco
surroundings

Wherever you are
take from  this moment of peace,
settle with your own cobwebs
listen to your inner ear
let’s try one more time to balance









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

Rat

I have a snaking cough
that lies me low
But still you love me

I scive about
contributing nowt
But still you love me

I feel so sorry for myself
even ignore your sniffle
But still you love me

I take time off to stay in bed
sleeping in for king & country
But still you love me

I push out the boat of the self indulged
as sure as any shore bound sailor
But still you love me

I sit secure with sweets and figs
Let me though baby tell you
O yes I do, I do

I do still love you



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

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