Sark

I was in the moment

On the headland meadow

Laying on the grass

In my green striped shirt

I was simply being

Being; in a place

Where I wanted to be

It was such a moment

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Bedroll

I forget how many times I've turned over for passion

Or was it for compassionate leave

To grieve for nights that wander by no more

Or was it, for some misguided reason

To try and even up the score

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Chimes Café

Some places get it just on right

With cream & green & rattan

The aroma of the baking

Travels with the light

The old cottage window

Preserved from the past

Candlesticks and flowers

Nought that moves too fast

The coffee & the flapjack

Tiled roof’s up to the sky

Another makeshift morning

Slow time; simply wandering by

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

Premier

The cloth is cut
By a utilitarian

Breakfast cooked
By a journeyman

Out of the window
A dual-carriageway

Where are the songs
& the time to play

So contrived; the roll
Of out of focus flowers

On the bedroom wall
Hinting at a quieter hour

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

Vagaries

Her physical size

In the apparition

Brings a comfort

Also her just ease

At following, ever

So slightly behind

As you, somewhat 

More pronounced

Opened your heart

And the three of us

Strode out, off into

The full day’s sun

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