Half-lights and shadows
Messages from home
Soundbites
Economic TV blaggers
Come the day
They didn't build Rome
Monday, 29 September 2014
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Chapel Poem
Two chairs, side by side
By the fire extinguisher
Shadows of calm foreboding
Footsteps all outside
Breath of breath my only music
Percolates the present’s presence
He stands in the doorway
With cigarette and mobile phone
She is further away
He remonstrates
It is a one way conversation
We don't do that confession stuff
Otherwise I would happily
Share a chair with you
Sit and talk, you know
Side by side
Welcome my brother
Please share my stillness
This is one cool place
On one warm day
Saturday, 27 September 2014
Other Lights
Trees of bronze, fields of gold
Skies of blue, but turning cold
In my heart and in my voice
Seeking out the other choice
For my love and I we are caught
Life of work with families fraught
All the pains past teenage angst
Lets cut our losses & sail to France
Buy the gite and start to dance
Yet in truth we know we're tied
Fanciful times of love we cried
So smell the coffee & tie the lace
It’s off to work, we're on the case
Friday, 26 September 2014
Adversarial
Trouble says to turn away
Trouble turns another day
Half a life lived in your head
Halfway there and almost dead
Seems your troubles here to stay
All you know you know it well
Know it all but naught to tell
Count to ten and pause your lip
Take the time, kiss fingertips
Find the path where freedom fell
Listen, to the words you don’t
Want to hear; hear, the painful
Words and hear them clear
Formed by love, powered with care
Your life alone they dare to share
Thursday, 25 September 2014
Ticking Clock
It is six years gone by
Since I determined to do
Something with my writing
Last night Kate said
If you want your poetry
To be so personal
If you want to make it
So difficult to understand
Why do you continue
To put it out there
My swift retort
Was that Hilary Mantel
Said not to underestimate
The ability of your readers
The true response
Of course would
Have caused much self-hurt
Led to more hours than years
Of pitiful, introspective
Selfish investigation
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