Towards Ink

Through the gauze blind of the inset kitchen window I see the soft warm light of a lamp, left on all night, beside a footpath in the frosted garden

I had woken early, read Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese, not that I was lonely, almost the opposite; yes quite a bit more than at one

The peace of the plainsong I hope will stay with you, as I wobble, play with the place I choose most often to wander

I wasn’t in need of a response, or was I? Do I no longer contact myself, clearly, internally, with my needs; did I ever? Do any of us really, truly

One spoke of the lovely poem. One spoke of walking in the snow, from returning her sister to her home, late in the evening

The bed was cold, the room was cold, the house was cold, the sleep was cold; I was not warmed by the cold; my warmth came, from the togetherness of their words

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Invigorate

Peace comes

On the extended note

From beside the bookshelf

On the sight of the cold wind

Beneath the big blue Lincolnshire sky

The weathervane

Is past the time for turning

Either in search of self, or

In search of

The winters absent warmth

She plays with whimsy

Sings of being carried out to sea

In search of her comfort

O comfort me

O comfort me she sings

Peace stays

On the defended vote

From beside all thoughts of self

To the light of the bold ring

Beneath the hope that wanders by

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Be Clothed

That the day

Should give such change

All shades of life

Made present

That I should say

About the wrinkles

On my skin, and the

Overlap of wool on cuff

Such is this brightness

That simply by sitting

My mood rises

Settles aloft

Lets in the waves of light

Brings me

Closer to the love

That others have given

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Winter & Summer

Sun streams on the yellow wheelbarrow

Onto the garden of fallen snow

Between the sorrow and the sadness

Lies the joy of light and dark

Lies the thoughts

Of that day in the park

Already unable to settle

So feared of the next moments

That that moment passed

In abstensis

Ring of air

Afloat on the surface

He went on to dare

You were caught by her

Imperious gestures

To suggest

That anything was possible

If only our time would last

Wind rattles through the beeches

We travelled, as with the spark

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Summer & Winter

Snow flurries

Give the time

To search out retreats

Pick a collection of poems

Written in the summer

Beside a Cornish sea

To have found such time

Although you are away

You have given this space

The hope of contemplation

A garden and a window

Warm fire for the winter

Closer to a life

That bathes in Brahms’ music

A life that took us to the water

To nights spent in lively bars

Where we drank deeply, and

Engaged in rapturous conversation

Love then

Is this continuum

From a silence to a cacophony

Sweet whispers to glorious yells

All as all, always and alone, and

Both part of the congregation

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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