Deep place mine

I do get lost
I am lost now
& this is the seventeenth time
that I have written this poem

So what is the cost
to rack and reason how
As we wake ourselves to sleep
what is between the now

And the abstinence
from the words I cannot keep
& this is the eighteenth time
that I have written this poem






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

London Bridge

I did not, do not
Want to be a suicide victim
I do not, did not
Want to be with a suicide bomber

It is of no matter
It is enough that you want her dead
Words of the play
Ring, run around, turn inside my head

Vomit on the pavement,
Fireworks in the sky
I did not, do not
Want to be a suicide victim

I do not, did no,t want to be there
For the victim of a suicide bomber
But hold my hand she said
With a dark and lonesome cry









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

Sparkle

Quiet winds,
you have moved on
left your silence in our minds
behind you

We listen to the chimes
the fairy lights sway
We wait for the rains to arrive
then to do their beating

Last years shutters are drawn
the carriages are called
It is the turn of the season
and a time for new departures

The door lock clocks another cog
we go our separate ways
I am once again in a mind to hurry
that it is the way; so it has to be

The hope that sought such
slight forgiveness
Weathered, without vane
it is priming up the band

The silent winds are waiting
by the sunlit softened sand
Once again, together my love
we mind ourselves to dance









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

Voices

If
by the simple stream
the swallow falls
The moment
if that is all it was
says one more goodbye

Yet
out of the reflection
a swoop is returned
The time
if it is still forever
hears the call of your name






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

Double Room

The arm aches
when all I’ve done is nothing
but twist and turn
laid on one side, then the other

The day breaks
to look out, downalong the river
A torrent that turns and twists
flows first one way, then the other

The breakfast is trout
with softly scrambled eggs
I toast my bread
first one side, then the other

The end is here
of such a short vacation
All the while I’ve thought of me
yet mostly I have written of another


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