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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Country House


Breakfast
A view of the lake
Surrounded by frosted grass

The singular willow
On the waters edge
One is moved, taken off, as if to the ballet

To those elegant and slim dancers
Investing in us with their passionate movement
Pronouncements of beyond humanity gestures

The bare carcasses of old trees
Reminders of the effects of age
Demonstrative of the scarecrows we become

Earlier
There was a pink sheen
The effect of the sun slowly taking it's place
In the morning’s, south-westerly, silver-grey sky



A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon

Monday, 20 August 2012

An exercise in listening


I used to do it across the county in Taunton
In an architects house, a living dwelling
A space that he created especially for B and B
Tonight I am in Muddifords Court Country House
A delectable if less reasoned reclamation
Now to the listen:

Road noise I guess, a continuous drawl
With little melody, or variation in tone or time
Streams of four rolling pneumatic wheels
Laying rubber onto tar-macadam
Millions of miles of these vibratory effects
My share alone runs into hundreds of thousands

Superimposition of the thin roar
Of distant aircraft engines
The front end, or back end
Depending on your place of departure
Of the transatlantic flight path

In the architects house
I used to listen to the trains fade away
As they journeyed up country
I romantically linked the train noise
To my arrival in the southwest of England
When I lodged alongside Plympton's rail-tracks

My ears ring now
Maybe too much time on the computer
The house is bedding down
Televisions and telephone conversations are stilled

All left is the tick of the typewriter
With each letter chosen
Also the ruffle of the cream cotton bedspread
As my skin scratches to reach the virtual keyboard

Ten years have passed by
Hardly without incident you might say
Hardly able any better to catch the moods
With the choice of words you might also say

The mood that is of all those mind-brain synapses
Pulses spinning and cavorting
As if about to shoot off into outer space
The same mood that says this place suits me fine
In a different life I would be here
In a pair of knee-high riding boots

Listen more closely:
Do you hear the train, steel wheel on steel rail
The repetitive clunk as rail joints are careered over
How many hobos on this night
How many less on that night ten years ago to the day

Through these lines you can pick at other stories
Pick until the sore says to pick no more
You have your own noise, your own communiques
Your own half way through the night distractions
That turn the point of purpose on it's head

Listen to the tap of keys
Listen to the thoughts
Listen to the processes that turn letters into words
Listen to the governance that turn words into lines
Lines of textual feminine discovery
As one might be foolish enough to think
That these words could ever be

I will listen for you, I listened for you before
I say this again, I say this such that the listening
Becomes a continuum of purpose

Often I have fancied
To shoot time-lapse photography
The same place images shot throughout the years
Now I fancy that with a night of sound
To capture decay & closedown
To capture flatness & nothingness
To capture regeneration & rebirth

I will listen for you, I listened for you before
I say this again, I say this such that the listening
Becomes a continuum of purpose



A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon

Sunday, 19 August 2012

Mesmerised in Osmosis


Awash in the mesmerised osmosis
Hung by the miasma
The mediocrity of unspoken words
Bound as by the clouds
That overlap and wrap themselves

Into the doubt that is the grey
The grey, the white and the silver
Among the blue and the heavier grey
Where the rain spills out in torrents
Awash over the crimson horizon


A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Frustrate


Take away steadiness, steadfastness
Amble freely down the random pathways
It won't give you all that you want
Although you may feel a little better

Why won't I feel any better
Do you think I need a sense of achievement
Am I born with a drive for purpose
Is that the outcome of transcendental meditation

The frustration and the anger

Is this the nature of organisational restructure
Is this the change of times, where time itself is lost
Be more determined; do less of it, but do it better
Alternatively do more, but do it less well, and be less inventive


A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon

Friday, 17 August 2012

Almost Time


We walked together towards her car
She was attractive in a precise sort of way
With her pretty daughter holding her arm
There was talk of a party

Announcement of a celebratory gathering
At the car she leant in towards me
She kissed my cheek, and my neck
"You will join us, won't you"

I woke with a lightness
Good to feel wanted
If only I had
Had the chance to accept the invitation

Celebrate the times of such beauty
Tie into the good times
The ways of peaceful love
Be thankful of all that your vessel is able to carry.


A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon