Trickling Brook

Is it, that I’ve missed you, or

That I’ve nothing else to write

Is it, that I kissed you, yes, on

That moonlit midsummer night

Is it, as I’ve often insisted, or, that

The darkness should follow the light

Is it, that you resisted, yes, on

That chance meeting of second sight

Is it, that I tricked you, or, that already 

I was outbound, mind & body in flight

Is it, you the calm, cool, critic, yes, on

The explanation of what is & isn’t right

Is it that on looking back, or, that

In search of your once elusive slight

Is it, you of the distant missive, yes, on

That cloud of effervescent, silver-white

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Eight Lines & Spent

Four, four line verses; five tablets, morning 

& night; wilful, reckless with explorations

Sensations that I neither describe nor capture

Fractured segments from a life regimented

To exposure; the disclosure both fast and free

With loose associations: walks by seas & oceans

Motions in search of beauty’s seeds of procreation

Thighs in that heavenly place, between her knees

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

Costa

I have found a place by the entrance
A good draught blows over my shoulder
The cake is Granola, yet
I am still embraced by Yorkshire air

Your jeans may also be tattered at the
Bottoms; we are all getting older
I will buy the crayfish & rocket
For high tea in my hotel room

This part of my lifetime, spent
In cafes, hotels and service-stations
Contributed to my downfall, in matters
Of health, and in affairs of the heart

In recompense it now offers me my writing
The opportunity to observe, the chance
To sip my coffee more slowly; I am
In no hurry, do not rush to reply

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

Balcony

I have moved
Into the outdoor sunlight
There is a pleasantly cool breeze
School children gather on the grass

I have a view
A tree covered in catkins
Taut wires
That act as a barrier

I can hear the wagons, or
Maybe they are tractors
Moving up the hill
Out of my line of sight

The young teachers eat cake
Already they look dismayed
At the prospect of a lifetime
Of saying don’t do that

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

Prophetic

There is light

From the blue sky

There is evidence of love

In your text message

I have noise & disturbance

It is being human

With a history

Piled up behind me

We could be on the sands

With wind in our hair

Sharing the love

That nature gives us

I have words

That won’t stop pouring

It is being human

With a future ahead

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