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Sunday, 9 November 2014

Hollow Winds

Far apart
Hills, valleys
Epochs of understatement

Sat, stood
Eyes over water
Eyes lifted, up to sky

Stillness & vast frustrations
To have loved
To have lost

Back, to the dammed upstream
Start over
Listen to the rows and arguments

Far apart
Older generations
Impatient with their lust


Saturday, 8 November 2014

Labelled

Is it such a bad thing
In such a long run
To pick out one bad thing
After another

So easy to lose touch
Mostly fragile
Much too shy to say
Let bygones be

The pen now a crutch
For the clutch of sparrow-hawks
That chalk the inner walk
In place of open talk

The one bad thing
That led to another
Doubts intrinsically rose
One hope is to rediscover


Friday, 7 November 2014

Come Back

Only if it could be said
If I could speak
With a clearer voice

I had a choice, always
But almost always
I was highly excitable


Thursday, 6 November 2014

Best Rest Yet

As if the resonance
Sounds that say
The blood is still filtered

The heart pumps to the brain
& tonight, all that is not forgotten
Can be laid to rest

As if some force or test
Surrounds our rights of way
That why with which we play

Those so dear to us, no fear
Even nearer
Doubt not, we did our best


Wednesday, 5 November 2014

That Time

Draw down the night
In a room of mirrors
Paintings, furniture & lights

Let the lack of sight
Allow freedoms to wander
Free the mind to write

Of all the noises hereabout
Sounds drawn-down, quite
As if the inner world doth shout