Strike Back

In this early hour

Woken by the dawn’s chorus

I feel a lightness

Love comes from many places

I am fond of written words

Yet respect the view

That they are a departure

With the dishonesty

Of being quietly considered

Not spoken, in the rush

Of conversation; their

Stillness hides the passions

That might erupt, which

Have erupted in the past

Slower words are a safer haven

Yet still so full of absoluteness

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Unjust

His body was bruised, and distorted

His friend took back the large, green

Two-hundred and fifty pound note

That he was about to lend him

I was in questioning mode

Already though I had condemned him

He didn’t look good

I didn’t feel good

This is how a father dreams

Of his son

After reading the first chapter

Of A Road Less Travelled

For I did abandon him

I was short on love in his direction

& now I don’t know where to start

To make things any better

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

Available as ebook from Kindle
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Finding Ways

It didn’t ought to be called love
For how can love follow
Abandonment and estrangement

To justify the inference of love
I have to back off, soften from
The black and white of leaving

That’s not easy for this engineer
Whose use of mathematical logic
Is cast in stone as right or wrong

To then walk towards maybe
Offers up a trepidation; but also
The excitement of pastures new

As I write my body feels, oozes
The energy of the release; freedom
From those past archaic notions

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

Birthright

On the day after warmth came to spring

& daffodils flowered, beside new mown grass

The young boy came into our lives

On an evening when sunlight streams

Through leafless trees, I look more closely

To see the sticky buds beginning to open

That he too might enjoy the birdsong

Among the peacefulness, both now

& also in his later years

That his parents may soon walk out with him

In the countryside; also play endlessly together

On the soft sands, by sparkling seas

That love should come our way

Is itself the miracle of life

for Tim, Emma and Thomas William

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

Closure

Away off Bluestone Heath

I see the dust trails rising

As if the wagon trains were

Leaving from East of Eden

At home in the garden

A warm breeze flowing

As if the spring-step of life

Was all over the grieving

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