Lead In

By that Tree
Before this rain
Courtesy of
Dappled with shadow*

On that hilltop
Before this rain
Looking down on
A water reservoir

Under that sky
Before this rain
Hold of love
To the ripples

Far away from
Before this rain
The western shore
And sunsets light



Tree by Eva Roemer (1889-1977)
* on Tumblr

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Il Senti

For a moment
Defenceless
More though
Wishing for
No defence

Entirely, and surely
Vulnerable
Yet entirely
And surely
Overjoyed

Mutually
Beneficial
A soft kiss
On a soft neck
A warm hand wanders
Wherever it wants

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Dispersion

I can feel the pain begin to be suppressed
Offshoots set off down new tributaries
Which ought to be, as it ought to be
When love was split, and torn, that
The intensity at the core would
In turn undoubtedly diminish
But we know from the planet
That this is not, and never so
With each departing fragment
The sun centre becomes ever more
Ready to burn, ever more molten desire
I didn’t choose to talk of pain, and love together
Yet they are such suitable bedfellows, that I begin to
Spread outwards, follow on, mapping their direction

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The One And The Many

There are many flowers
And only one flower
There are many hands
And only one hand

Between the many
And the only one

There are hands
That hold flowers
There are flowers
That rest in hands

To rest and hold
Onto the only one
And the many, many hands
And flowers

Rest onto only one
Hold onto the many

The only one flower
Rests with you
Loves with you
The many hands
Hold on to you
Loves with you

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Among The Vegetation

Fields of cabbage, fields of sugar-beet
Fields of English potatoes
Fields where frozen minds might meet

Over hedgerows, and horizons the sunrise sweeps
Three miles of motorway distractions
Bring a cold chill to my heartache, also to my feet

Hard frost, low mist, blue sky, strong sun:
The shining morning armour is in truth silver foil
Yesterday’s perfumed garden becomes barren soil

A derelict farmhouse, set off by the single tree
Clouds and castles, in the land of country houses
Follow the wicked weekend, undoing cotton blouses

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