Low slung moon
Slow sung tune
Tree with shadows for branches
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, 10 June 2013
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Saturday, 8 June 2013
That Afternoon
My hand on her firm tummy
Her skin suntanned and warm
Our child all lively in her belly
One day of love, forever frozen
Friday, 7 June 2013
Interruption
The sun is warm on my face
Although my feet, in stockings, are cold
I browse the many images and words
Love is ever a blessing
The telephone rings; it is an urgent message
Regarding my payment protection insurance
The sun is warm in my voice
Although my reaction to the shocking recording
Was colder than bare skin in darkness
Silence is ever a blessing
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Windless
It is an encouraging light
Through all eleven windows
In the main it is quiet
Constructors at lunch
Factories at lunch
Traffic stilled by time
It is easier without projections
Listen to the absent tick-tock
All of love, all of care, which
Gives a renewal of our energies
Browse the poets & the artists
Who each strive to bring beauty
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