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Monday, 10 November 2014

Small Joys

Bright lights
In the morning mist
Fence-top & hedgerow
With the lightest dewdrop
Each sous ever so slightly kissed

Resist the fall to maudlin
As if old times pasts are past
Psyche & aura
Become the brightest crop
Vous de vous - to the very last

Distant piano keys
Tap out the sounds of Liszt
Love’s near; autumn days
Decline to faintness, fail to hope
All of all we are the ones left to cope


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