It began with line dancing
A dance I didn't know at all
The onrush of two times chancing
Ecstasy before the certain fall
One crow to a tree
It's my ache to be with you
It's my ache to be with me
One crow to a tree
We strayed to secretive engagements
Between the timeless telephone calls
All too brief, the visiting arrangements
Ecstasy before the certain fall
Two crows to a tree
It's heaven just seeing you
It's heaven just seeing me
Two crows to a tree
One Sunday morning in the meadow
You had to say, but first you stalled
I was joyful, you were somewhat slow
Ecstasy before the certain fall
Three crows to a tree
The dream of sharing him with you
The dream of sharing him with me
Three crows to a tree
Others overloaded the compartments
Pushed about to let the wagons roll
A boat to a house and garden
Ecstasy before the certain fall
A flock of crows to a tree
It's not easy living with yours
It's not easy living with mine
A flock of crows to a tree
It ended by your fancying
You didn’t need me as a lover at all
The pointlessness of just friendship
Exasperation before the curtain call
One crow to a tree
It's not that I am not with you
It's that you were not with me
One crow to a tree
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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, 18 March 2013
Sunday, 17 March 2013
Extravaganza
The bedroom blind moves to and fro
Sucked and blown
By the breeze at the open window
The sunlight shines strong and bright
Through the flickered leaves
Of fresh spring trees by young hedgerow
Tea is brewed, hot cross buns toasted
No one else about
As if a time to create a few words seeming
If it is love you want, love you shall have
My love lies sleeping
Who knows what dreams are in her dreaming
If it is doubt that you would rather read
The flowers shadows
Appear to be somewhat hidden within
Even though the hour is fair-some and early
A little music is offered
Voyageur songs from Fall Creek - Wisconsin
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Saturday, 16 March 2013
Kernel
So little to remember
Only with endless words
Could I hope to do you justice
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Friday, 15 March 2013
Stem Sperm
Would you laugh with me
Would your laugh be against me
Could you laugh
As the midnight red light turns me to a tremble
As the spirits of the night in the shadows reassemble
Should I care
That the words are no more
Than a broken lovers token
In the glare of the bare night
Poetry is written, unspoken
The fare that I paid
Is returned to the sender
Left there unopened
The ridge of peace
Is only for the riders
Who go by, so still
So quietly awoken
Would your body settle with me
Would your body wrestle against me
Could your body thrash
As the indignant right rails me to ruefully disassemble
As the spirit of flight calculates & separately does tremble
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Thursday, 14 March 2013
Silver
Inevitable, is it
That your name should be on my lips
As, with my breath
I blow the mist away
From the mirror of this Monday morning
The Supernaturals
Sing to me to smile
& smile with amusement I do
As if my immaturity
Thank God could never leave me
This silver birch is related
However distant
To the one we clasped, so fleetingly
In the virgin snow
At the edge of the Russian forest
Those trees are of the same strain
As the ones our one son
Photographed on the plaza
At the entrance to the art gallery
In England's burgeoning principality
Trees and mirrors and virgin snow
That I should think of you now
In front of the misty mirror
On an ordinary otherwise Monday morning
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That your name should be on my lips
As, with my breath
I blow the mist away
From the mirror of this Monday morning
The Supernaturals
Sing to me to smile
& smile with amusement I do
As if my immaturity
Thank God could never leave me
This silver birch is related
However distant
To the one we clasped, so fleetingly
In the virgin snow
At the edge of the Russian forest
Those trees are of the same strain
As the ones our one son
Photographed on the plaza
At the entrance to the art gallery
In England's burgeoning principality
Trees and mirrors and virgin snow
That I should think of you now
In front of the misty mirror
On an ordinary otherwise Monday morning
From the Collection One Crow to a Tree - Love in Separate Houses available from Lulu
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