Sunlight & Stream

I don't know where
I don't know why
Such big questions
Such vacant spaces

I was calm
I was quiet
Simply walking
In the wide-open places

I am here to write
I am here to reflect
But I eat cake
And I drink coffee

Yes there was somewhere
Yes there was a past
Yet I don't know where
And I don't honestly know why


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Analysis

There is a difference
A succinct yet certain distance
Between that thought
Which you seek out to engage
And that other thought, which
Arrives entirely unannounced
A thought, which you have no
Choice, but to listen to

No amount of seeking
Will find this second instance
For it is not of your own making
It is formed by a hundred, or a
Thousand collisions, which all
Must collide at one and the same time

And from such preponderance
The magic dust will somehow be lifted
Lifted from the dust behind the doors
Lifted from the dust beneath the floors
The dust is lifted, before being sifted
Then gifted back to you, as
If it was the very thing you feared


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Flower

Return home
To airborne scents of roses
Stand in that open space
Stand in that open warmth
Of the summer

Wonder, what is that perfume
On the English breeze
What is that peace
Of the blossom leaves waving


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Psychology of Space

Am I still on retreat
I feel to have retreated
A good way already

Is it myself I have to meet
The I thus to be greeted
Greet one safe and steady

One more course of memories
One more Sunday of Sunday's

Soft thoughts of soft defeat
As I watch the Grand Prix racing
No need now for searching deep
Put simply; my life is even pacing

What is left is left to keep
Hold on without exasperation
With no hope for participation
The station now is the station when

That new platform can be constructed
That journey from here to cosmopolitan
From village and countryside to city centres
From home, to homage to mystery and myth

Occasionally with the partitioned silence
Occasionally with the extended peace
Some way to reflect the sounds of settlements
Or to find the passageways that go vice-versa


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Temptation

The pull of the pen
The pull of blank paper
A place to let the rage quieten
A place to let the love happen
How little I have travelled
How far I have travelled
Shallow is as shallow is
Let the cuts go deeper
Let the flames fly higher
Take the fear and the repulsion
Take the cure of the damned
Feel the blood, fizzle and crackle
Hear the head ring and rant
Scant reward for years of pummelling
Tunnelling for the known unknown
Scurrying from house to home
How far away is the slowing down
How far away the signs; what signs
What pictures am I to paint
What sketches am I to draw
What is this power of the pull
Such aches that fall onto the page
Sage of my life do not quieten
Love of my life pray make it happen


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