All of humanity
In the shirt not ironed
& the hair unbrushed
All of humanity
In the smiling eyes
& the schoolgirls crush
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
Thursday, 13 February 2014
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
Travelled
All of hope
Where waters part
To observe the joke
Through the viewfinder
Of life's twisted periscope
This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Embattlement
I was in Brixton, London, approaching the time of dusk. A human shield of mostly volatile men was beginning to form around our hotel. I left without you to go to the station, the men let me through but did not serenade me. I faltered and returned to collect you, I heard you running along the balcony to our bedroom. Hurry I said, we can take the car instead. You lifted a much younger child into the back, he cried at the vomit, which was now like expanded foam, I cleaned and scraped it off as best I could. Don't worry I said we will be home in five hours, yet now we were leaving South Wales and heading for Yorkshire.
This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues
Monday, 10 February 2014
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
Sunday, 9 February 2014
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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