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The latest dream tries to write over the earlier dream. I work hard to hold on to both recollections.
Now I am walking home in the sunshine, I am beside the campus college library. I can hear her on her mobile phone, her joyous infectious voice bubbles over with enthusiasm. Then I hear her say that she has seen me. She tells whoever it was she has to go.
In the earlier dream I had been in, and part caused, a car accident involving three drivers. I could not remember my home address or other insurance details so I took the two other drivers back to her house. I was upstairs. They stood together talking at the bottom of the stairs. In a strong voice I told them not to talk about it until I was with them. She gave me her address book, open at a page where my details dropped out; they fell and disappeared. I could not find anything about me. I began to panic.


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I do believe the artist could be on to something

The moving sculpture represents water
The moving water
Asks the water lilies to stand proud
And the occasional sunlight
Spirits through the broken cloud

The breeze lifts
My fine auburn hair
In waves across
Thin framed spectacles

A light lead
Is automatically fed
Into my Rotring
Vorsprung dur technic
Precise point pencil

I look for words
& draughtsman's kerbs
Straight lines to nowhere
Are long forgotten
Gardeners move hither

Into and out of
The garden centre they wither
They choose to wilt
In silt that's out of sunlight

Anything or nothing
To avoid the metallic cams
And the tubular rings
Which at this moment lie still
Defiant under the gaze
Of the two wishful brothers

The sculpture now an installation
Springs into life
Visually
I do believe that the artist is on to something
But as always
It is the detail that lets him down

The sounds
Of ill fitting mechanisation
The grind that grinds you down
The resounding sound
Of ill fitting mechanisation

The sculpture now an installation
An installation that goes up and down
But in sympathetic non symphonic time
The sculptress she wears a frown

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Of wider fortunes frown

Smile

Eyes of bigger fortunes

Trails blazed

In longer grass

Meanwhile

Cries of doubt are cast

Held now steady

Here in working class

Stiles

And cucumber sandwiches

Picnics, pitchers and jeroboams 

Of blackcurrant and lemonade

Meanwhile

Survivors of lives endured

Fair now ready

Where are their good times past

Trials…
Weights and tribulations
Of bigger nations
In times of famine or fast

Meanwhile
Those eyes
Of wider fortunes frown
In a round, sound & stronger glass



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I love you & I’m not sorry

I love you & I'm not sorry
I'm not sorry for the way I feel
I don't feel sorry for you, I'm in love
And love's the thing that’s real

Whatever happened happened
Whatever is past is past
It's not the you that’s dampened
It's not the you that’s cast

So let’s celebrate your ingenuity
Your tears to make us laugh
So let’s celebrate also incongruity
Your fears to chase the chaff

I love you & I'm not sorry
I'm not sorry for the way I feel
I don't feel sorry for you, I'm in love
And love's the thing we steal


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And so also for you and I

You smile
Into my open eyes
I defy anyone
Not to call you beauty

A golden mean
A ratio rule
Everything in proportion
Life
And all that she offers
In a skin sealed envelope
Posted with a smile

Any kind of music
Or sounds only of birdsong
Any time you choose
In bounds the light
In time
In tempo
In mood

In or about
To be with love
In or about to be
With love

You begin
With mist moist eyes
Surprised
By disingenuous guys
I lie beside you
I defy anyone
Not to call you beauty

Any or another imagination
Any soldier, any platform
Any station, any journey
Lovers they
Gaze to say goodbye
And so also for you and I
This morning

We gaze to say goodbye
To rush headlong
Towards our next meeting
To rush headlong
Towards our afternoon

For our journeys are local
Also further than the clouds
For our togetherness is total
Also further out
Beyond and proud

You sing
With an unsteady tremble
Soft female sounds
Permeate your grounds
I try & decide

To defy anyone
Not to call you beauty
I cry and softly
Politely
Defy anyone
Not to name you beauty


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