Sense Of

More than ever, the words are about me

Caught in a search that's fast losing its relativity

It would be good to walk on the moor in solitude

To stroll on the shoreline with a barefoot attitude

Perhaps to learn the art of ungloved hawk control

Then to hand-wash dishes in super-warm soapy water

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Devil of Disruption

I walk the streets

Head down

Let me wallow

God let me feel sorry for myself

Before I read

Of the indisputable truth

Before I learn any more

Of the irredeemable I

These are not my walls

This is not my house

I am but a journeyman

The current luminaire

Simply passing through

I will though not just be

I will move on, I will

Become one thing or the other

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Patient

It was a kissing night

Kissing, kissing, kissing

Several days of kisses

Then a final kiss

Pressed against the ancient tree

You with that broken look in your eyes

A sorrowful damaged look

Though a look which finally said

Yes, now, eventually

I do so want to kiss you

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Suitcase

Lindens in that place above and below

Shared by earth and sky

Sapling by sapling with the Rowans

Set back, or rather set forth of the Weeping Willow

Born of timeless barks shadows, upon the Silver Birch

Would that these definitive species

Say something equal of me

As with your butterfly

That entered on the waft 

Of summers midday breeze

Tea, served on a companions tray

New friendships begin

Host and traveller

An overnight guest; we walk a parkland walk

Soft talk, dreams blended with meditations

Back at the piano, Satie's Gymnopedie plays

Pages turn on the endlessly symmetrical score

Gardens with lilacs, roses in bloom

Iced Martini, lemonade too, brimming over

Conversations; preparation for the after dark

A meal of suggestive spices, delicately laced

At table set, with wine, in impeccable taste

The best of clothes, perfume chosen

More than to say hello, before candlelight casts shadows

Onto that place where only our shadows are allowed to go

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Heaviness of Light

I send you this splash of wave
Ask only that your letter distills the droplets found
Deep of sound unbound within
Make pure gin of the hope and the hip-hip hooray
You are coming to stay, if I am to have my way

I send you this chaos theory of a rectangular box
Ask that your fractals are light beams to bounce
Pronounced to climb and creep within
May pebbles skim on the pond like sea-swells
To tell of sands & play, dare that we share one day

Gifts from a time with time to contemplate
It is late, later somehow in the dark lined room
With the music of Anouar Brahem on the waves
Caves of grave generations without and within
May the perimeter of string pray to defeat delay

Travel with the fairies, dance with the fey
Only in our profound isolation
May my imaginations venture and climb
Soak up the rhythms; redefine denial, of that long
That long last loss, that one long lost loss of longing resign

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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