Articulation

With this desire

To slow down
To make more time
To become truly observant

For in that future

Calmly embrace breath
Calmly capture thoughts
Calmly deliver tranquility

All the while

Look fondly on others
Look out into the world
Look towards creating a past

Then, or even before

Remember the good times
Remember the troubles
Remember those breaths of yesterday

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Work Worlds

We find our time together
Kind of forgetting our times apart
Making a start on conversation
Our reserve holds the open heart
With broken bonds and boundaries
We play rounders in the park
Stark words of observation
We recall rising with the lark
Thus in the depth of darkness
We are sharper than the snark
Our Arkwright and their Harbuttle
Share dyestuffs for the fabrics ark

The star of the east is rising
Prizing out all colours, patterns
And persuasions; situations vacant
Statements from the bank, thank
Heavens for the brethren, and
The brotherhood, the mother
Who held you in her arms, her
Charms no less grounded, by being
Found out in the choice of distance
The voice that chose again to part

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Float-Some & Jetsam

Silhouettes, of many kinds of birds, furnish the yellow morning sky

As if the artist had caught the frenzied flocks with his deftly drawn blocks, of pelican pigment ink

Is it the dawn rising that brings such life; is it the season for migration to the land of his rice paper

Do the gulls play with the swallows, or are they each as oblivious to the others presence as he to the canvas

Outlines, of many kinds of questions, filtered through my mind

As if the soul had sought such fragrant stocks, to lay on my sweethearts frock as I smile and blink

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Fair Game

I see the woods
I feel the breeze
The light is on
I hear her leave

Out on the path
Between here, and there
His raucous voice
Her wanton stare

I sit and wait
And wonder why
She’s on a date
My turn to cry

I wished them well
What else to do
Just as with bagatelle
I’ve rolled on through

I see the river
I cross the bridge
My flow continues
I climb the ridge

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City Republican

It interests me to sit
One day I will sit a little longer
Today it was a fleeting glimpse

A painter’s impression, of St Petersburg
With a glossed up foreground
Before the romantic misty backdrop

And just how does society
Build such a sociable place
And why does the contrast

Between his vagueness, and her clarity
Create such a heavenly beauty
Such that I desire to observe her more

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