Onzekerheden

Nearer to the hurt
Further from the ache
Leave the time to suit
Of patience still to wait
Beyond the mirrored view
Into the smoke and mist
To sit beneath the window
Ease into the drift

In the instant's instant
Sounds, near and far away
Love of all that’s distant
She feel’s though to say
Nearer to the hurt
Further from the ache
Leave the time to suit
Of patience still to wait

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Pictures

Entente Cordiale
A sort of dialogue is begun
Backslapping, thin & light
Yet a beginning for all of that

The programme is installing
With what hopes
That the photographs
May be recovered

The database is upgrading

A peace of love
Such fleeting, moving stillness
That brings a facial likeness
To the new morning

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Strike Back

In this early hour
Woken by the dawn’s chorus
I feel a lightness
Love comes from many places

I am fond of written words
Yet respect the view
That they are a departure
With the dishonesty

Of being quietly considered
Not spoken, in the rush
Of conversation; their
Stillness hides the passions

That might erupt, which
Have erupted in the past
Slower words are a safer haven
Yet still so full of absoluteness

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Birthright

On the day after warmth came to spring
& daffodils flowered, beside new mown grass
The young boy came into our lives

On an evening when sunlight streams
Through leafless trees, I look more closely
To see the sticky buds beginning to open

That he too might enjoy the birdsong
Among the peacefulness, both now
& also in his later years

That his parents may soon walk out with him
In the countryside; also play endlessly together
On the soft sands, by sparkling seas

That love should come our way
Is itself the miracle of life

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R & R

Almost the final patrons
In the university museum cafe
Until two sisters enter

Glasses, worn for indignation
Which may soon be released
If the counter staff do not return

Why would I make it difficult
Keep it sweet, keep it short
Keep it within the limitations

I often make ill defined connections
From this obscurity to that, from
One nowhere circumstance, to another

As in the letters
Where the flow is lost;
One river stops

One river starts
Discontinuing their
Breaks in continuity

Where tired shoes tramp off
Without guidance; their footfalls
Fall where footfalls have always fallen

Stolen, from the lack of a campaign
Without cause enough to believe in
As if to say: Yes, I am treading water

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