The words they choose
May be from a wider vocabulary
Possibly carry more gravitas
Yet as this day draws on
I believe that my words
Are for our solace (yours and mine)
& that this truth
Goes for the both of us
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
Friday, 3 May 2013
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Solitude No More
You think I want to be here alone
I want to say that isn't true
The reason that I'm here at all
Is because I want to be here
Today, with you
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Love’s silence out across the sound
Past Benbecula airstrip
My mind trips into the past
Your lasting impressions
Stress the importance
Concordance of memory
Island waters: seas, lochs, streams, waterfalls
The poet’s father’s daughter plays the pipes and all
All to have a calling, from the birth date to the wake
Words that stall, fall short of deep within
Rhythms of the oceans & of the seven deadly sins
Sunlight on the ferry
As for the boys in France
Back to making merry
Lead the nearly men a nearby dance
Tall ships and seaborne warriors
Divers for the crab and clam
Hear the anthems of the Highlands
Fire the fear and then be damned
Dream of wide open moorland
Sleep on thoughts of mountain tan
Lay down old preoccupations
As you would in far away Japan
Don’t be the author with his hari-kari
Turn the pages, become the love that can
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Campaign
A warmer wind
Nine seagulls on sentry duty
Out in the sound
Past the buoys and the markers
Beyond the Shiants and the fish-farms
A warmer water
Suited to dolphins and whales
Soaked in dreams of human pastimes
Stilled by the paintbrush
Settled by the slower words
& the irregular verse
Monday, 29 April 2013
Seedlings in Flight
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