I sat and watched the sun go down
I sat and watched the dusk arrive
I waited, to see the North Star glow
I slept as well as many a night
I woke with recurring dreams
Each line so bright with illumination
I am at one at these times, but
Should I let these words ever speak louder
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 25 November 2015
Tuesday, 24 November 2015
Time Out
Take a seat, you say to yourself
Take a seat by the fishpond
Explain, you say to yourself
Explain the purpose
Of the bright and shiny
Spinning disks, spinning
On each bank of the water
Listen, you say to yourself
Listen to the buzzing flies
The harmonious birdsong
And the sound of pigeons in flight
Look again, you say to yourself
Look again at the goldfish
Look again at the swarms of midges
No one knows you're here
You say to yourself
As you feel the sun on your shoulder
Take a seat by the fishpond
Explain, you say to yourself
Explain the purpose
Of the bright and shiny
Spinning disks, spinning
On each bank of the water
Listen, you say to yourself
Listen to the buzzing flies
The harmonious birdsong
And the sound of pigeons in flight
Look again, you say to yourself
Look again at the goldfish
Look again at the swarms of midges
No one knows you're here
You say to yourself
As you feel the sun on your shoulder
Monday, 23 November 2015
Woken By Broken
I am awake
I should be sleeping
I am sat here writing
I should be dreaming
I am alone here
It is in keeping
I have been working
But mostly daydreaming
There is a spider
There on the ceiling
It does no harm now
That is my feeling
It is after midnight
This April evening
All is in darkness
A time for thieving
Doors are bolted
Locked from levering
Who prowls out there
Is it the Badgers breathing
I should be sleeping
I am sat here writing
I should be dreaming
I am alone here
It is in keeping
I have been working
But mostly daydreaming
There is a spider
There on the ceiling
It does no harm now
That is my feeling
It is after midnight
This April evening
All is in darkness
A time for thieving
Doors are bolted
Locked from levering
Who prowls out there
Is it the Badgers breathing
Sunday, 22 November 2015
I Looked Behind Me
Tom Carney
Where did you go to
After that great big build up
After you said in the pub
Christopher, you should call that
'The perfect poem'
For it has all of the elements
Nostalgia, loss, lament, longing
(my words not yours)
For myself I was entranced
What with your well told stories
Your intention to write a famous novel
Your already begun work; to be a benefactor
For Ireland's impoverished returning community
So I wonder Tom Carney
Where did we go to
Where did you go to
After that great big build up
After you said in the pub
Christopher, you should call that
'The perfect poem'
For it has all of the elements
Nostalgia, loss, lament, longing
(my words not yours)
For myself I was entranced
What with your well told stories
Your intention to write a famous novel
Your already begun work; to be a benefactor
For Ireland's impoverished returning community
So I wonder Tom Carney
Where did we go to
Saturday, 21 November 2015
Centre Line
There is a wide path, with trees and sunlight, it goes direct in line, to the spire of the town hall
There is a breeze, that turns to a wind through the park, it goes direct in line, to the core of the average man
In the daydreams, and in the daytime, he heard the library calling, he reads the poems, of the master poets passed.
In the future, as in the past-times, he will observe his inner vibrations, he will bless his soul, for being so full-on alive
There is a breeze, that turns to a wind through the park, it goes direct in line, to the core of the average man
In the daydreams, and in the daytime, he heard the library calling, he reads the poems, of the master poets passed.
In the future, as in the past-times, he will observe his inner vibrations, he will bless his soul, for being so full-on alive
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