Plastic Film

There is a photograph

Somewhere in existence

I am the principle subject

Sat quietly, at a kitchen table

It is a small cottage

The afternoon sun filters

Through the high level windows

Past a pair of cockatiel's

The painter’s palettes

Are in a black fold away tin

The water colour painting

Is on a hardboard sheet

My black stonewashed sweatshirt

Is a gift; made in Australia

So the shark logo on the sleeve

Would have you believe

Thin auburn air, and a steady

Stance suggests a gentleness

An innocence that the photographer

Captures with simplistic empathy

All else is lost in my minds articles

Although I do think of orange flowers

I also have an idea of a feint wash

That created a turquoise background

I tell you this in response to another 

Image; from elsewhere in my existence

Where birds are freed from their cage

In search of those self same freedoms

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Mystified by the Journey

I'm still inclined

To frieze my mind

With her favoured pictures

I'll find the time

With ease designed

As if it was the scriptures

Plain as day 

We stayed away

Called ourselves the victors 

Though with feet of clay

I held back her sway

Now all that's left are the strictures

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here

Lush

Heavenly to write of touch

Rushes of times when such stuff

As transference or lapping waves

Met on the sun blessed beach

Faith to care for futures much

Exalted hopes honed good enough

For Neapolitan throws, or slow

Walks off the boardwalk out of reach

Presence then to talk in tongues

Of colours, scents and textures crushed

To feel the velvet worn with razored silk

As the forlorn son of man with lust impeached

Heavenly to write of either in the ether

Flushes of times reminded, hushed voices

That floated free on the Pyrenean breeze

Soft words squeezed hidden by the lovers breach

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here

Aged

We don't have those faces anymore

Those neat mohair double breasted suits

No longer fall so easily

Off ones slender frame

The little black dress

Is passed down the charity shop line

Should there be another do

It would be a more sombre affair

No wild abandon lovers

Who brought their flash of light

To the instantly

Gratified journeys

We won't pace

Outside doorways anymore

Those fretful eyes that cried tears of joy

Now employ another motive

Thighs that made grown men sigh

Are hidden by jeans of denim brut

Should we choose

To regain our youth

It would be with nostalgic flair

As he randomly discovers

One could forge a clash

With dissatisfied attorneys

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here

Pursue

A cup of tea, a cigarette

Reading of the poetry book

Before anyone else arrived

Fanciful techniques

Used to ward off

Urges of excitement

At her expected appearance

Which came in an intricate

Colourful style; masses of

The desires I had succumbed to

Each delicate day

More poetic comments

From new found

Friends and acquaintances

Each day another notch

Filed off the key-locks

To her entrapment

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here