Redirection

After my meditation:

I contemplate how to prevent the rain entering through my poorly thatched roof

For I was uncertain about the essential
And the inessential thoughts

Should we make love
Is it too late already
Is that really a word
That inessential

For certain I was unsure, quite unsure
About giving up, on the passions

Your thoughtful disturbances
Being one such immersion
I had no desire whatsoever
To ever emerge from

Afterwards I ponder:

You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why do you make me knock?

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Cross To Bear

Over that hilltop
Big open sky
Church spire
Wind turbines
In the distance

Around that corner
On higher ground
Television mast
Wind turbines
Close behind

Higher ground and open skies
Resonant frequencies of love

Over that
Higher ground
Around that
Big open sky

Church spire, and television mast
Wind turbines; near and far

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Driven Discussions

A singular failure, at persuasion
My own intransigence easily boarded out
By those yet more intransigent

Our joint and culpable lack of flexibility
Observed by onlookers, with knowing smiles

The records will show no records were taken
No dissent shown
No attribution made to one-direction thinking

Twice in one week I will move on
Disappointed

I have had disappointments before
They will of course arise again
Que sera sera, my love

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Kelham Hall

I am sat alone, on the balcony in The Dome
The place of my older brothers second wedding

I have a recollection
Of a walk to a hotel
To see if we could find accommodation
For my younger brother

Another memory is of a bus;
My father, before he died, was a coach driver
And our family had a fondness for buses
But I can’t recall why there was a bus

Outside the ceremonial room
I remember a river, bottles of champagne
And one of my brothers friends
Spilling a drink all down his suit

I only called in because I saw a sign for coffee
Then all of this came tumbling by

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Into Season

The square table is set:

A clean, white, and heavy cotton cloth
With crossflow, geometric patterns
Sheffield stainless-steel, knives and forks
Laid in military rank, with precision

English oak chairs, with raffia seats
And open, upright slotted backs
We are in the bay, with a view
Across the promenade, to the sea

I have been out already; an early walk
To collect my thoughts, also to daydream
And I picked up a first edition of the paper
The daffodils are a nice touch; fresh life

Especially in springtime

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