A String Of Burnished Beads

With a pastel
Or a palette
An artist's card, or canvas

An abstract creation
Of many colours
I opened the door

So slightly
A slit
Upon my simple thoughts

With mellow music
A soft guitar
A singer, or a cowboy

Mystic collaborations
Of many others
I pushed the wedge

To edge my mind
Out west
A little firmer

With words
A writer's pencil
A book of papyrus paper

Inkwell
With mottled blotter
A wisher's list

Dissertation
Of many schemata
Hinges undone

Door swiftly removed
To hang
In its place

A string
Of
Burnished beads

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Passed Beware

In real time
Or replayed in past time
From High Peaks
To East of Lincoln Central

The flaxen fair
Is way passed beware

To steal time
Or misplace those few moments
From absent
To at least just apart

The flaxen fair
Then is almost there

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It Is Just An Idea

Inside
The stone
No way to know

Of haystacks
Engulfed
In spontaneous combustion

There
Though the rain
Bounces off the flat flags

And the aircraft
Outside
Of the dust-filled hangar

Where the late sun
Casts
Its long and lonely shadows

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Folded Cold

Why write the poetry
Why
Read at all of doubt
Small wonder you wonder

To unlock
Past perhaps possessions
Or to confess
And per-chance regress

Redress
The undressed balance
Could it become
A list

Or a letter
Perhaps an aide memoir
Or maybe even a memo
Why yes, yes that is way better

Cold
Unfolded
Bold, as only
Tabloid stationary can be

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Supplements For All

That was
A bit odd
Don't you think

The Saturday news
On
A Thursday evening

The internet’s strange
A purveyor of what
Right now is happening

Before it's happened, then
Bringing news half
A week after the event

My mother's letters
They too were often
A week or so

In the writing
Then a few days more
Until she caught the post

Except those times
When the advertisement for
The Shackleton High Chair

Or the flyer for the
Dolphin Walk in Shower Bath
Took her eye

Surprised most of all were
The younger generation
Odd that we should think

That desire belongs to youth
Or that we are uneasy
As the older ones share passions disease

Also they are happy, with the advertised
Collections, of China Dolls
And Porcelain Thimbles

Also that Saturday's post
And the other days news
Can be left unopened

On the sideboard; laying beside
The well thumbed
Weekend supplements

As the repeats
Of the previous repeats
Are replayed, over and over

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