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Monday, 14 May 2012

Scattering


It isn't quiet, neither is it still
It is novel
To watch a tiny train go past
In this refuge of humanity

Past the chalets
Over the washed up shingle
Beside the beached fishing boats
Beneath the electricity pylons

All watched over by the lighthouse
& the swirling flocks of protected birds
This is a wilderness that I leave
As I cross over the narrow gauge track.

I so wish you could have been here
To share in the security of treasures lost
Memories found
To share in love by a fireside

A warm afternoon of cakes
Daylight’s custodial rearrangements





a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Liaison


I had the idea of an entirely secretive relationship

Two people who each told no one, except the other
Of their plentiful and ingenious collaborations

Why would I make the call, to hear her voice
Why not to tell anyone, it is our choice

Raise you off your feet
Private and secret, each time we meet

Praise of perfect ways in silent retreat
Spent in love, overtly indiscrete

Tell of the bonds, the ties to cheat
Personal and secret, sublime not to bleat

All past regret wrapped, as we meet
Wrapped tight in less than virgin cotton sheets



a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Saturday, 12 May 2012

Impression


Hollow sky
To take hold, to embrace
To follow through to the tree line
To merge with the silhouette
To the bare and empty branches
To reflect the lights on the bandstand
To begin the thaw of the frozen solid ground
To raise the shade of the morning mist
To where a warmer presence is
To be clearly found





a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Friday, 11 May 2012

Droplets of Joy


Thin subliminal sounds of the ocean, wave by cascading wave, trickling harp by trickling hearts

Darkness by the absence of artificial light, darkness by the closure of the certain parts

Super longevity, in this small four walled room, super sized brevity, of past times stolen darts


a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Bedhead


There is a warmth, a certain serenity
As if the star sign of Saturn alone should bring such peace
A carrier, a vessel to fill with echoes, a universe to populate
Dreamed up memories that oscillate among eons of beautiful visions

Soon to try to recollect these instants
Yet never again to truly trespass on those clouds
Not to instill that voice of endearment
Fearful of making the call, under the ominous threat of rejection

Instead to read the chapter on depression
Settle on a preference for melancholy
Hang her scented lightness of cloth on every resonant passage
Celebrate the star sign

That brought thought transference and ultimate joy
Wake up and smell the coffee

Shower, eat, drive, meet, return
To sit where the ether can carry the birdsong
Where effervescent passages, of time past, time present
Wander undisturbed, gentleness thus to be personified





a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link