Walking Up The Lane, Deep In Conversation

I could tell you of the birdsong
For it has been with me since dawn

I could tell you
Of the still-pond by the woods
Settled all day
Covered with the shadows
Of the overhanging branches

Of course the shadows move
Just as the day moves
Just as those young boys
Won't remember their games of tennis
When the young girls come along
Asking them to dance

We could have told you
The names of the birds
For once we did know them all
Skylark, swallow, thrush
We knew all of the birds
In the sky, in the trees, in the bush

We would have told you
Of our plans to dig out the pond
To create a dam in the stream
Blockading the water
Until it is deep enough to swim in
Rather than catch sticklebacks

Of course the old folk, walking by
They have more memories
They show us how to take time
How to relive memories, how to celebrate
Past and the present; just as two lovers
Caught up in the act of procreation

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Sensation

Buttercups and bluebells
Shellfish for the supper
Nature walks and evening poets
Soup, with rolls strong on garlic

Old woodlands of nature's love
Absent in the ever after
After the split, the split
Mackerel, heavily peppered

Fresh waters, silted waters
Soil from high on the Pennines
One range, your range
Fish & chips, down in the valley

Talk no more of late laments
Those fragments cold as ice
Sliced into the wild mirrors
Oysters, doused with sea salt

Secluded in exclusive apartments
Turn up the stereo
Fine tune the meditation
Lemon rice, sprinkled with jasmine

I say goodbye, I say goodbye so often
In the warm, mid-June afternoon
Writing, under canvas in the forest
Sipping champagne, savouring the caviar

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Manjushri Beach, June 2015

You have to be in a place
Before you can know
That you are in that place

Be in that place
That place be in

You have to begin in one place
To move on to the next place
Even in your imagination

Begin in that place
That place to begin

For instance
On this sunny afternoon
To go from Ben Nevis to Donna Nook

One mindful swoop
No waste in between

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Flight or Fight

One dog
Disturbs four hundred birds
One doubt
Unsettles four hundred certainties

The four hundred birds
Landed across the water
The one dog (and its owner)
Retreated, (as if in sure defeat)

Life goes very quickly
Looking back
On the recent past

Life is less tricky
Thinking back
On what's made to last

Life, even in Billericay
Stands back
To look out upon the cast

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Algull Castle with Kate

'What fine memories will I have, ten years from now, of once having been in.... What will such memories hold, what associations of feelings which I cannot guess at this moment'
Antal Szerb - Journey by Moonlight

You received my gifts
With the gratitude of love
We drank champagne and we kissed
You asked if it was ok
For you now to ask to marry me

I made some poor joke
About my present certificated situation
Then moved
The circumstantial conversation on

Now you are capturing the castle
In watercolours
While I sit out in the afternoon sun
Writing words which may one day
Give a clue to what a chance I missed

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