Spring

There was no frost

For some reason

The minus five degrees

Did not materialise

We are sheltered

For what purpose

Surely not

To burn the toast

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Removal Man

I have no connection to that house

Other than to remember the light bulb

That I broke off his lamp-stand, with my bare hand

Which came through my inexplicable, yet 

Abjectly anxious desire to leave your house quickly

The broken bulb then, and the return of Italo Calvino's book 

Six Memos for the Next Millennium

Which I gave to you, but asked if I could reclaim it

Along with an introduction to philosophy - 

Think by Simon Blackburn, if my memory serves me

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book and audio cd from  poetryshop

Insight et al

I walk across my home town

Between two drawing offices

There isn't a real desk space for me in either

My old boss Roger wants me to design

An aircraft refuelling system

I tell him it's all about

Finding the right operational staff

The second office is really busy

A meeting of everyone is called

I see this as an opportunity to slip out

A fox approaches me on the petrol station car park

It bears its teeth and harasses me

I shout and wave a stick but I am frightened

A big dog grabs the fox

Eventually it works the foxes head between its jaws

Before determinedly and manically crushing

All life out of the bereft wild animal

It was a dream that I couldn't leave

In the same way I couldn't leave

Another work dream earlier in the week

In another of tonight's dreams I was explaining

The solution to a control system problem, & even 

Though I knew the fix was to move the measuring

Device nearer to the process being measured 

I had doubts that it would be correctly implemented

It seems to me the dreams are about a lack of control

Doubts about the resolution of issues

I am neither able to complete a task, or walk away

In the morning I find that a Fox in ones dreams means:

Insight, cleverness, cunningness and resourcefulness

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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or as a homemade print book and audio cd from  poetryshop

One or the Other

It is with the knowing

That in the coming hours and days, months and years, there are tasks that I have to accomplish, conversations that I have to join, that are not of my own choosing, not of my wish to be doing

And with such knowing

Comes my disturbance; a feeling of being unsettled, of being always behind the clock, of being left with no time just to be, of being unable to make any sort of decision, or commitment

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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or as a homemade print book and audio cd from  poetryshop

Basin

There was no one here

Yet quite suddenly

It is busy

There was nothing to fear

Even the past

Of dizzy Miss Lizzie

These are hill people

Hills and valleys

Grass to stream

Dry stone walls

Surround

Sheep farmers dream

Barns and bairns

At work and play

Tor-views to redeem

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

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