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
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Impetuous
Still, still night
Soft spoken voices of love
Permeate, drift beneath
The hotel bedroom window
He is deeply interested
In her lead-on words
She is encouraged
By his warm laughter
Stay, stay the night
I listen to their voices
We cannot resist
This life of temptations
from
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo
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Monday, 29 July 2013
Channelled
Coldness creeps in
Through the open door
As light fades from the once blue sky
Her conversation
Had been easy and eloquent
A tale of a life passed staggeringly by
Window on to snow
Girl who simply had to go
I could scream just to be there again
Out on the cold moor
A derelict & still landing strip
My lonely ideas hanging out to dry
Sunday, 28 July 2013
Row
Steps to steal away my resentment
Rails to reel off whiled away hours
Time to watch the faded grass & flower
Shower over that love
As once the coastal towers
Powered another kind of war
Loss touched along the shoreline
Unable to handle that which turns sour
The smitten intellect weaves with power
Seeds planted above
In ground roughly scoured
Reminders of a ravaged mind in store
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Atlantic
She had a delicacy of touch
Retained in her cerebral cortex
So grounded it resounded as love
She showed me grains of sand
Beside wind-blown sail’s shadows
So deep as to impound my lust
Under a dangerous clear blue sky
Waves lapped their own response
So close to ease her conscience
There are, for some, a few moments
Peak experiences as she emerged from
Precocious, in this time of faith
Friday, 26 July 2013
Mon Plaisir
I cannot drill down any deeper
I am unable to magnify the view
Yet I do remember a window
The lane I thought a little steeper
Wasn't there a garden & a small kitchen
With two colourful cockatoo
& to each side, fields of potatoes
Before the long curved beaches
Although, out beyond the reaches
I was, as now, so often absent
Just as the image shows
I regularly strayed out of focus
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