Lightless windows
At the end of the day
A strength of blue
Purpose made
For lovers at play
Play on the waterfront
Play in the drinkers bar
Play at the all-night discotheque
Before the moonlight arrives
With the morning star
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 22 October 2012
Sunday, 21 October 2012
Recoil
I stare over my coffee cup
Take care not to mix you up
With someone other than me
I share your arm movement
Bare skin of singular intent
Meant for all to see
There is little now that stirs
I defer to my memory
Despair that she is not to be
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Take care not to mix you up
With someone other than me
I share your arm movement
Bare skin of singular intent
Meant for all to see
There is little now that stirs
I defer to my memory
Despair that she is not to be
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Saturday, 20 October 2012
Curvature
Hand placed
Softly upon her bare shoulder
Fingers that stroke breathless along her blade
Palms that ease to cup her firm bosom
A mind that plays awhile with previous nights
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Softly upon her bare shoulder
Fingers that stroke breathless along her blade
Palms that ease to cup her firm bosom
A mind that plays awhile with previous nights
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Friday, 19 October 2012
3G’s in Low Trough Lands
Poets don't believe in God
Their search for life otherwise endless
From the Lake Isle
To the flight of the White Egret
Poets don't believe in God
Their quest for faith otherwise infinite
From the diary pages of fallen soldiers
To the sounds of the blackest seas
God doesn't believe in poets
Do you see me wavering
Stood here shaking my fist
Shouting about The Wastelands
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Thursday, 18 October 2012
A6 in High Peak Lands
The road leads out to the dales
To look down on a patchwork of fields
Divided up by dry stone walls
The road twists out into open country
From the market town
Halfway between the workplace and the seaside sea
The road climbs the limestone hill
How not to remember her name
How not to be moved by her fabulous smile
The road rambles down the valley
Carved out by glaciers
Quarried by ancient & modern men
The road took me away
Took me away always
From those that I loved and the others
The road goes on
On the road as with Kerouac
On the road as with the way of writing
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
To look down on a patchwork of fields
Divided up by dry stone walls
The road twists out into open country
From the market town
Halfway between the workplace and the seaside sea
The road climbs the limestone hill
How not to remember her name
How not to be moved by her fabulous smile
The road rambles down the valley
Carved out by glaciers
Quarried by ancient & modern men
The road took me away
Took me away always
From those that I loved and the others
The road goes on
On the road as with Kerouac
On the road as with the way of writing
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
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