Overdone

I didn’t go to meditation

I didn’t go on a spiritual retreat

I didn’t have a soothing massage

Nor have reflexology for my feet

Mostly I did nothing, nothing

Neither in nor out of doors

I didn’t go big city shopping

Nor set-to, on washing the floors

First plans fell by the wayside

Taking the wind out of our sails

Snowfall and the fearful frost fright

Forced the horse-racing off the rails

We did drive out into the country

For a pale ale and pub pie lunch

We walked through the graveyard

To hear our footfalls crisply crunch

I didn’t offer up much excitement

My conversations so slow to start

I hope I didn’t mean to mislead you

Your place is firmly in my heart

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Familiar

So that is the holiday over

That is the holiday done

It’s been an odd old time

I fear for my oldest son

Yet how might I have lived

In a small house, no work

Nothing much to aim for

But pastimes & a dog to run

That we don’t communicate

Itself a self evident truth

I broke him as a young boy

My parting was a loaded gun

Lust took me from his mother

My ambition; to set myself free

All I wanted wasn’t enough

After the rough I chased the fun

He doesn’t like what he sees

Thinks I’m full of fancy stuff

A tuppence a’penny millionaire

See, it is his clarity that I shun

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

Wim Wenders

Darling that was

From a long time ago

So long ago

I don’t remember

It was before

The Jews Harp

& the judge you told

You don’t remember

He takes a Polaroid

Yet knows for sure

It will not show

What he sees at all

He makes

A telephone call

To go nowhere

Except on the road

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

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

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

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