Moments of Clarity

You asked quietly
To me it was clear
The big decisions came easily that day

There was no room for doubts to enter
Cocooned within the euphoria of love
Pure & present

It wasn’t an emptiness of thought
It was a new vitality
Given to the soul as one to another

We took our chances
By not thinking of the chances
We were about to take

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Bios

Thirty-three questions

As if the inkblot test

& the fingerprints

Had proved insufficient

Her exercises, as if

She had raised the bar

Made me stumble

Proving far too sufficient

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Creative Habits

Each morning

To write out another poet’s poem

To sit in stillness & ask all thoughts to enter

Each evening

To write out your own poem

To sit in meditation & ask all thoughts to fade

Between morning and evening

Become alive, become engaged in

First with yourself

Then with your lover

Finally with friends, old and new

Between yourself, your lover &

Friendships, old and new, offer hope

Inspiration, laughter & most of all, love

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Nameless Place

Late afternoon mist, before darkness arrives

Sheep are gathered by the hedgerow 

They wait for whatever sheep wait for

In these surreal metaphysical conditions

Bare branch trees are shrouded

In spume, a solidified half grey blossom

They are placed at indeterminate distance

Cars flash by

Halogen headlights, and diesel breath exhaust

I park by the side of the wood

I want to capture this dull sky atmospheric

It is a view endorsed by the random rags

Disaffected litter attached to the skeletal frames

Around the bend a convoy approaches

The leader of the pack advances ever so cautious

He, or she, peers into the place where only I can see

Although I fail to hold myself together in this ether

The effervescence of interpretation escapes me

It could have been a meditation

It could have been a painting by Turner

It could have been an island in a Buddhist movie

It could have been the story of what is lost is lost

It was not any of these fanciful representations

It was sheep, gathered in late afternoon mist

Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Supermarket Car Park Lunch

I change the radio station

From highbrow political debate

To an earnestly presented classical music concert

I imagine the coal fired power stations

Emitting their final puff of smoke

Their feed canals empty of bulk fuel transport barges

As if the camaraderie of working men is to be gone

No more the communal showers

No more the rush to the clocking off clocks

There is rain 

It streams down the car window

There is a meeting to attend

It is not to listen to a recitation by Lawrence Sail

It is not to joke

About the frequencies of peak experiences

Although for some perhaps it is

Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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