Now we might put the flowers way behind us
The scents of freesias, and lilies, to lie behind us
Check out the flights of those early carnations
Even consider lavender to be more than herb
And in that time, however long
Of putting the flowers way behind us
And on that flight, however far
Of no longer being beside the carnations
Now we might put the flowers long behind us
The illness and confusion of love and recovery
Or we may stand silent, in the open doorway
Even consider stepping slowly down the hallway
And in that place, however untimely
Of being confused by flowers long behind us
And in that mood, however distant
Of no longer being still shadows in the doorway
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Friday, 15 September 2017
Thursday, 14 September 2017
17
I am listening to Christmas songs
Sat alone in the empty coffee bar
I sort of wonder
How will cleaning the windows increase trade
I am outnumbered by the staff
To a ratio of at least five to one
And, as they are all wearing headsets
You could say they are well connected
The hotel and airport are across the way
In another week or so
The holiday traffic will reach its peak
And I might write about another vacation
Sat alone in the empty coffee bar
I sort of wonder
How will cleaning the windows increase trade
I am outnumbered by the staff
To a ratio of at least five to one
And, as they are all wearing headsets
You could say they are well connected
The hotel and airport are across the way
In another week or so
The holiday traffic will reach its peak
And I might write about another vacation
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Wednesday, 13 September 2017
16
What does it matter what I write
That I write yes I said I love you
That I write yes you said you loved me
That I write, yes once
We loved each other, now didn't we
I could write of meadow and machair
Of azure blue sea and golden sand
Of drinking cocktails under skies vermillion
I could write also, of that sultry night
When you asked me to shave you Brazilian
Of course in the search for truth and beauty
There is an opportunity to be more expansive
To write of skiing on a snow capped mountain
To write of white water rafting, and
Of dancing late, in the Trevi fountain
That I write yes I said I love you
That I write yes you said you loved me
That I write, yes once
We loved each other, now didn't we
I could write of meadow and machair
Of azure blue sea and golden sand
Of drinking cocktails under skies vermillion
I could write also, of that sultry night
When you asked me to shave you Brazilian
Of course in the search for truth and beauty
There is an opportunity to be more expansive
To write of skiing on a snow capped mountain
To write of white water rafting, and
Of dancing late, in the Trevi fountain
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Tuesday, 12 September 2017
15
Tree of daylight moon, with sky of pink stripe blue
The faraway soul sings, yes my friend it's true
Ever so calm now, you know you can't accrue
Ground of effortless frost, with North light new
Your deeper call sways, yes my friend it's true
With this peace now, you know you can't go through
Water of wave lapped shore, with hopeful sunrise hue
The lighter drawl stays, yes my friend it's true
Among this love now, you know you can't undo
The faraway soul sings, yes my friend it's true
Ever so calm now, you know you can't accrue
Ground of effortless frost, with North light new
Your deeper call sways, yes my friend it's true
With this peace now, you know you can't go through
Water of wave lapped shore, with hopeful sunrise hue
The lighter drawl stays, yes my friend it's true
Among this love now, you know you can't undo
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Monday, 11 September 2017
14
There is the ache, I don't need to fake it
Why try to escape, there is no way you'd make it
Remember the darkness, remember the lights in the tree
Remember the wood-burner, remember just what you see
Feel for its silent entrance, is that any more than chance
Through the hearts gape, surges the heartaches lance
Remember the warmth, remember the lasting view
Remember the arms around, remember casting you
How swift it departs, how often it strays
No more need to chart, these are forever days
Remember the solitude, remember the sin of debt
Remember the breakout, remember the winter let
Why try to escape, there is no way you'd make it
Remember the darkness, remember the lights in the tree
Remember the wood-burner, remember just what you see
Feel for its silent entrance, is that any more than chance
Through the hearts gape, surges the heartaches lance
Remember the warmth, remember the lasting view
Remember the arms around, remember casting you
How swift it departs, how often it strays
No more need to chart, these are forever days
Remember the solitude, remember the sin of debt
Remember the breakout, remember the winter let
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