The body of a woman
Full on in her beauty
Given to us
Entirely unobscured
By a font maker
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
Monday, 27 October 2014
Observation Duty
He waves his arms
Steps about
Turns in circles
Points, with a vengeance
His attire
Grey slacks, brown coat
Gives no suggestion
To his energetic gesticulations
Although the red shoulder bag
Seems a tad out of place
Perhaps he is the drop
Awaiting his instructions
I look up
Ar first think him gone, then
I notice that he is on the move
Unfolding a paper notelet
Sunday, 26 October 2014
People Watching
Black coffee
On the raised outdoor platform
I would so like a strong cigarette
Yet to gaze on the heavenly passers by
Is both a comfort and a distraction
Except when they too are smoking
Saturday, 25 October 2014
Friday, 24 October 2014
09:42
In the squeeze of suburbia
One might struggle to find beauty
Yet just catch the warm smiles
Of children, parents & grandparents
Oblivious to the ugly overhung buildings
Shored up beside the rail-track
Instead they laugh
As the tunnel’s darkness falls
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