Luminous Intensity

The sun strikes from high above
Thirty years or more ago
At university or in love
We spoke of Lumens
His law and the afterglow
Of Luminous intensity

Immense then the
Density of the obnoxious teenager
Leaning against the bar in fair refrain
A peacock on the prowl
A scowl for all authority

Some things never change
And some things stay the same

Rising in the east
And setting in the west
Concave or convex
The arc between

Between the rise and set
Is blessed

Intense then the
Propensity of youth
Spent; fenced too far
In dares unfair domain
A hippopotamus with a growl
Cheek by jowl to remain

Some things never change
And some things stay the same



From the Collection I Suppose You could Call It Country, available on Kindle

Rossetti

The pen says Rossetti
The picture
In my mind is of a face
With an engaging smile

A closed door
An open space
Above the floor
Aside in place

A cry for more
Of love to taste
An open door
On Rossetti’s face


From the Collection I Guess You could Call It Country, available on Kindle

Philadelphia & Bagels

Mental morning callisthenics
Extend my thoughts to love
My lover

Railway wagons
Shuttle past
The window

When last
Did you take
Your lady out to tea

Or have a picnic
In the park
With Philadelphia & Bagels



A Poem from the collection In such a shabby, crabby way Available for Kindle from Amazon

Singularity

For a moment I had forgot
Or rather I had forgotten to remember
To be aware that life moves on
Around me

Engrossed in some singular occupation
I occupied myself beyond myself
And lost myself to those who had
Found me

With Pope Joan
& Lady Nijo
Marlene, Win & Louise
And my hero Joyce

The carer for Angie
The repository for life's troubles
Doubled up deep
Inside me

I lose my way
With words
Yet vow after today
To have more care

Over my singularity:
I will hear the raindrops
Outside
And your voice; once again



A Poem from the collection In such a shabby, crabby way Available for Kindle from Amazon

Snuggle

You can tell me as much
Or as little
You can lead to open questions
Or hope for my enquiry

You can talk all open hours
Or scour my conversation
There is no place reservation
Or reserved; all signs say enter

This community is for caring
This community is for sharing
Yes I could hear you so often
Would that I would soften

Or come along with sympathy
Smile long for the journey
Into fresh winds
Under blue skies

Washed with sun & fallen rain
No stains or left luggage
The snug is open
Just to snuggle

Double up on reason
The season free from struggle
As just metaphysically
Metaphorically begun





A Poem from the collection In such a shabby, crabby way Available for Kindle from Amazon