Is there phlegm when you cough
The doctor asked
Are there bicycles
In Amsterdam
I should have said
Is the warm head
Another sign
Of my illness, or
Do the busy places
Always burn so brightly
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, 6 May 2013
Sunday, 5 May 2013
Vacation’s Begin
Talk is of snowboards
Skateboards without wheels, offers
The grey haired older man
Father
Of the middle aged son
Who is doing most of the talking
Utah we hear is a good place
I therefore presume that these folks
Are related to the founding fathers
Descendants
Of those earlier Boston pilgrims
Otherwise why be in Humberside Airport
from
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back
Saturday, 4 May 2013
Before love heads homeward
The silence of symbiosis carries me
I float in and out of presence
I lose conscious weight
Through acts of unconscious removal
I take hold of sense
Intense with sensibilities
The light fades
My warmth wraps me
Good thoughts sprinkle their dust
It is the all of all oneness
The I that is able to reconnoitre
To have discourse with the wider world
The word I chose was egress
The word you chose was egret
Both had a part to play in departure
Both played some part in recovery
Fortune favours those who depart
Whether with will or without
Fortune plays her part
As they sit on the cill
In search of all but what love doubts
Friday, 3 May 2013
Shades
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
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
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