Aubade

These are the sounds
The moments of daybreak
Witnessed reverberations
Songs with silent pauses

Rattles that signify
The disappearance of love
Rumbles that sanctify
The reappearance of love

A time that I may plead
Just as when I lost you
A time that I may rejoice
Just as when I found you

A place where fallen stars
Rise again from the ashes
A place where springtime
Surges with your snowdrops

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Spread

Sometime today I will complete that book
Also I will take out time for meditation

Sat here in corduroy, and cardigan, I am content
There is a blue sky, and soft shadows on the paper

A quiet Sunday morning, in our small market town
Yesterdays birthday celebration was at the Italian

Today I rise to the warmth of well-set central heating
Earlier we made love, and wished each other well

I hope the photocopies turn out ok

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Son et Lumière

I feel the need to write
I have a desire to write
To write of the sunlit passions that consume me

Such light that falls on the bookshelves of poetry
Such a light which also casts a flowers shadow
Onto the magnolia wall

Light that reaches me, slumped in my armchair
Light that I know to be ever stronger
Creeps up behind me

Passion that caught me through yesterdays music
Passion that makes the heart beat
And then the brow sweat

Passion which says: what cannot be cannot be
Passion that consumes more than the sunlight
That you once deigned to fall upon me

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In Search of True

There really was no conversation!
Matisse, in the Museum of Modern Art
He caught the yellows, the fire of her sun
But otherwise...

The curve of the leather settee
Strewn with cushions and headphones
Tells something of a story
But otherwise...

That Fridays could become an entirely
New kind of day, where routines
Are now followed any other way
But otherwise...

It is no more, no more than a mindless
Distraction, mindful of the choice
To practice, yet again practice
Or otherwise...

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See-Saw

Crossing the bridge
Having just bought
The leeks and the sweet potatoes
Still thirty miles from home;
Warm feelings, calm feelings
Pleasant feelings
Feelings for you, feelings for me
Feelings for the two of us
Together

Scouring images
Having just logged on
To the laptop computer
Settling in, to a shared space;
Vague reminders, sharp reminders
Fanciful reminders
Reminders of you, reminders of me
Reminders of the two of us
Apart

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