All In

It will be some time
Before you find me

I look out
Of the window
To the canal; also
In the foreground

My gaze falls
On a straight and plain
Drinkers glass
Used now as a vase

Filled with sunflowers
Tulips, and bluebells
From the woods

My body is exhausted
I have the beginnings
Of a stitch in my shoulder

A result of four long days
Walking, while wearing
My winter overcoat

The exhibition is exuberant
With the works of Vincent:
His ten years as an artist

Given
(We pay 15 euros each)
For all the world to see

Would I have remained
In the yellow house?

Would I have stayed beneath
The blossom in the orchard?

Would I, I might
Except for the fear of practice

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Modern

With the familiar

We are familiar

Yet close up

One eye is green

One eye is brown

& the vertical lines

Are masculine

& the horizontal lines

Are feminine

Within three rooms

To see Mondrian

& Gabo 

& Spencer

As daylight falls

Through the window

Blinded

With a fine mesh gauze

Some works

Are never realised

With others

We are never

Familiar at all

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

Third Morning

It is the grey mist that wraps itself

Around our borrowed houses

It is the cold air that enters through

Our closed and open windows

It is the time that will bring back

The blue sky and the sunlight

It is all of these and more

Perhaps

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

Adhere

Three young girls

Eight older people

Who all want to be

In love with the one

Who so slavishly

Applies red lipstick

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a Homemade Print Book + Audio CD from poetryshop

Vulture

One of you said I would look good in green

But it was to be many years before I saw

The pullover in an Amsterdam window

Another of you said it was the colour and texture

Of the grass-plain, in the museum quarter

And would be inordinately expensive

One of us didn’t visit this city; I often reflect on

That being a part of one of our heritages

Another us, we came together, I rather imagine

I wait for you both; you, my past and present

Incarnates; in love with two women, one

Now and one a somewhat distant memory

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