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Thursday, 2 July 2015

She Carried His Gift

I might have gifted you the flowers
You might have given me your smile
For all the miles and miles of smiles on flowers
We might have carried on skipping

Skinny dip, by the lune and by the lea
Tripping all over, away from absolving powers
I might have gifted you the flowers
You might have shifted me your smile


Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Lifted

Her smile
Your spaghetti
Her life
Your Serengeti
In time to seize

Is this a pose
Did you forget me
Her energy rose
By the gift
Of the Bugatti breeze


Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Arts Centred

We studied the miniatures
Our immaturity was rife
We discarded security
And hung out for life

She looks at the painting
With pencil in hand
As though without continuity
We would pray with the damned

Let's dance, I don't think so
In these shoes, I don't think so
With those eyes, I don't think so
Are you joking, I don't think so


Monday, 29 June 2015

Transparent

Have you seen Cinema Paradiso
I could see the projector
Did you ever go away, and then return
I could see the curtains open
Are you clear about good and bad
I could see who bought tickets
And who didn't
Will you ever fall in love again
I could see who she was kissing
Is it true that light always reflects
I could see them roll the credits
Was it just a story after all
I can see, I might watch
As they lock and bolt the doors


Sunday, 28 June 2015

Plateau

We ran as children run, we had been climbing all morning, so to have the freedom of a flat space to run on was invigorating; if we had brought a football we would have had a kick-about.

Instead we kicked stones into the stream whose crystal clear water cut across to the west side before tumbling down, over the edge and out of view.

I picked up some lichen and flowers, placed them in a small circle; if I had been a religious man I might have prayed, instead I closed my eyes and contemplated on the warmth that I felt in my body and soul.

Roger placed his hand softly on my shoulder. He was a good friend, and his idea, to bring me here, was inspired. I had that certainty that it seems only altitude and oxygen can offer.