Length

I am often on my own

Yet I yearn to be alone

I am often in silent reflection

Yet I long for peace, and quiet

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Club

Someone has to work it out

Fill in the duty roster, allocate the tasks

I put myself down to be the wandering poet

A sort of absent-in-extremis wishy-washy role

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Return to Sender

Thirty-eight letters

Not sent

Half of them

Neither truly of their time

The folder (colourless)

Is an ever open receptacle

Ready for the futures

Mood swings

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Twists of String

I poured out my sadness

On your soft submissive sands

Sunrise and sunset 

I sidestepped all along your shoreline

If then to know the sufferance

Of a deeper loss

As your choice of parting

Came again to haunt me

Wandering painful

On my own coasts and moors

Thoughts of gardens and butterflies

Bathed in the afternoon sun

Turn to night-time studies

Of my study

Covered in cobwebs and moths

Caught in this retrospective reflection

There are sections

On the psychology of love

Not I hope as deflection

But more for my own understanding

Of things over & above

The simple priorities

Of flesh and blood

Are we each and all

Drawn to more than one other

Does motherhood bring

It's own yearning

Is there learning to be had

By being more than simply a dad

Is the churning of our partners

A case of returning to the source

Of course always a time and place

A chase where the face fits

The mood and conversation race on

Into the night

No time to fight the temptation

The sensation of lust

Is enough to wade

Into the rough and tumble

The humble times of separation

As we waste away

In preparation

For the doubtful times ahead

As sure as the machine

That drives me through

There I left the security

That one gathers with two

Yet the impurities we carried

For then to eschew the weight

Of friends from in & out

The worldwide family zoo

They are where we are from

& where (mostly) we are going

Their traits are our traits

Their frailties are in

All our ways of showing

From our kingdom

From our inverted castle

We walked in dreams

You showed me

Your stillborns grave

In St Aubin's chapel

Let me in I pleaded

Let us, as we, begin

I persevered

Chased the glorious sin

You relented

But not without due

And fair and rich chagrin

I answered all I could

Didn’t know if you would

But should say I was let in

Back to the one room flat

With all that watching brief

Fights out from Herons Reach

Sat listening to the Cowboy Junkies

With pastel fills

Alongside oil paint stills

The lonesome nights became

More my mighty

Own-some rites

Set out tight

On to the enlightened

Flights of fancy

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Good Guys Guide to Getting Going

Yes a frost

Also strong sunlight

Rashers of well grilled bacon

Cups of, sweet & strong, hot tea

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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