Wake with work in your head
For the sake of your soul
Take positive steps
Refresh the urgency of youth
Shake out the seed pods
Focus on the photographic plates
Settle the emerging turn of sunset
Sleep with a love of life in the air
Thursday, 8 October 2015
Wednesday, 7 October 2015
Friend
Friend
One who always is there to smile for
Better friend
One who is generous to a tee
Best friend
One who often sends you home a little tipsy
Best best friend
One who welcomes your friends as their friends
Friend
Who you shed tears for tonight
Better friend
Who you smile for as you cry
Best friend
Who is there to help however you need it
Best best friend
Who cares with such caring care
Friend and friend please to read this together
Better friend and better friend for you both to roar with laughter
Best friend and best friend; aren't you awful in your southern girlish drawl
Best best friend and best best friend take yourselves a tipple; take one more, for the longer road
Tuesday, 6 October 2015
Waver
I could talk of the beauty of the morning
Of how the trees & hedgerows rejoice
Thanks to the refreshment of overnight rain
I could talk of the nights dream:
Suspicions, surveillance, shop windows, sex
Secret steep passages, string linked doorways
Darkness, death, and the unwavering love
Of ones own mother
Here a time for contrast
New life, old uncertainties
Draw down your own conclusions
Of how the trees & hedgerows rejoice
Thanks to the refreshment of overnight rain
I could talk of the nights dream:
Suspicions, surveillance, shop windows, sex
Secret steep passages, string linked doorways
Darkness, death, and the unwavering love
Of ones own mother
Here a time for contrast
New life, old uncertainties
Draw down your own conclusions
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Monday, 5 October 2015
Sea Facing
Line of sight; cliff-top to cliff-top
Fog settled over sea and land
Echoes of a more confident time
Once majestic four storey terraces
Face proudly towards the shoreline
Their grimy cracked windows amplify
The corrosion of their iron balconies
Their dust covered doors welcome
Only the most unwelcome of guests
Time to turn, and about turn; no
This is not the joyous image
Conjured from strong accents
Reflected in sepia tone sunsets
This is not the leisurely bolt-hole
Where a days work might be rested
Where a nights dreams might begin
The search continues; inland I fear
To be away from the anticipated gear
That one assumes to surround decay
The dismay that is of a lost confidence
A lost purpose on the nations stage
Better the better people be found
I am not the man for it; too big a task
Needs immense imagination, boundless
Energy; for days, and nights, and weeks
Many months and years of rebuilding
Or children and parents & three more
Generations; all washing, washing
Their hands of the struggle, washing
The struggle right out into the sea
Fog settled over sea and land
Echoes of a more confident time
Once majestic four storey terraces
Face proudly towards the shoreline
Their grimy cracked windows amplify
The corrosion of their iron balconies
Their dust covered doors welcome
Only the most unwelcome of guests
Time to turn, and about turn; no
This is not the joyous image
Conjured from strong accents
Reflected in sepia tone sunsets
This is not the leisurely bolt-hole
Where a days work might be rested
Where a nights dreams might begin
The search continues; inland I fear
To be away from the anticipated gear
That one assumes to surround decay
The dismay that is of a lost confidence
A lost purpose on the nations stage
Better the better people be found
I am not the man for it; too big a task
Needs immense imagination, boundless
Energy; for days, and nights, and weeks
Many months and years of rebuilding
Or children and parents & three more
Generations; all washing, washing
Their hands of the struggle, washing
The struggle right out into the sea
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Sunday, 4 October 2015
Overdone
All the chic of the city
In a moorland village
Chocolate and beige
Monsoon purple stripes
In the style of Rothko
Yet antlers above the fire
Mostly they are young
The staff that is, as befits
This swipe at modernism
But neither youth nor
This extravagant whim
Are in truth sustainable
The numbers don't add up
I sit alone in a tabled room
Set out for forty-four covers
It might be different
Come Saturday night
But the farmers hereabouts
Know that one swallow
Does not a summer make
More's then the pity
In a moorland village
Chocolate and beige
Monsoon purple stripes
In the style of Rothko
Yet antlers above the fire
Mostly they are young
The staff that is, as befits
This swipe at modernism
But neither youth nor
This extravagant whim
Are in truth sustainable
The numbers don't add up
I sit alone in a tabled room
Set out for forty-four covers
It might be different
Come Saturday night
But the farmers hereabouts
Know that one swallow
Does not a summer make
More's then the pity
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