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Sunday, 20 December 2015

Balcony

I have moved
Into the outdoor sunlight
There is a pleasantly cool breeze
School children gather on the grass

I have a view
A tree covered in catkins
Taut wires
That act as a barrier

I can hear the wagons, or
Maybe they are tractors
Moving up the hill
Out of my line of sight

The young teachers eat cake
Already they look dismayed
At the prospect of a lifetime
Of saying don’t do that


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Saturday, 19 December 2015

Prophetic

There is light
From the blue sky
There is evidence of love
In your text message

I have noise & disturbance
It is being human
With a history
Piled up behind me

We could be on the sands
With wind in our hair
Sharing the love
That nature gives us

I have words
That won’t stop pouring
It is being human
With a future ahead


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Friday, 18 December 2015

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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Thursday, 17 December 2015

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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Wednesday, 16 December 2015

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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