I have been released
Many times before
Although this sure
Feels like the big one
For several days, and nights
I have felt, and seen, a light
It is a light which I now call
The clear light of freedom
I tell you this as I listen
To Brian Eno’s Discreet Music
While I soak
In my morning bath
While I ease my shoulder pain
With the warmer water
And, with discretion being
The better part of valour
I won’t tell you
Of all of the circumstances
Which have brought about
This wonderful transition
Except to say, for I feel
That I must say something
So I will tell you that at long last
There was a letter
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
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
Monday, 26 March 2018
Coincidence
You sent me away
I went away
Either way
The way
Was inexcusable
I wanted to stay
Just a little bit longer
But I heard
Someone say
That is a Hollies song
I went away
Either way
The way
Was inexcusable
I wanted to stay
Just a little bit longer
But I heard
Someone say
That is a Hollies song
Sunday, 25 March 2018
Winter
After snow, sleet
After sleet, rain
After rain, sun
After sun, light
After light, life
Life, as in birds in flight
Life, as in birds on branches
Life, as in birds at play
Life, as in birds in the snow
After snow, stillness
After snow, shadows
After snow, leaves
After snow, grass
After snow, life
Life, as in rooftops
Life, as in fences
Life, as in summer houses
Life, as in places to stay
After sleet, rain
After rain, sun
After sun, light
After light, life
Life, as in birds in flight
Life, as in birds on branches
Life, as in birds at play
Life, as in birds in the snow
After snow, stillness
After snow, shadows
After snow, leaves
After snow, grass
After snow, life
Life, as in rooftops
Life, as in fences
Life, as in summer houses
Life, as in places to stay
Saturday, 24 March 2018
Continuum
All of our summers are long ago
All of the photographs
Serve as mere guides to nostalgia
The pristine, bright red, sun umbrella
Set against the vibrant blue sky
It is a memory, but only for you
The words say something
Which only words may say
All else being lost, scattered
The four winds
They have risen, they have fallen
Their breath is now of new life
All of our summers are ahead of us
All of the photographs
Have yet to be composed
All of the photographs
Serve as mere guides to nostalgia
The pristine, bright red, sun umbrella
Set against the vibrant blue sky
It is a memory, but only for you
The words say something
Which only words may say
All else being lost, scattered
The four winds
They have risen, they have fallen
Their breath is now of new life
All of our summers are ahead of us
All of the photographs
Have yet to be composed
Friday, 23 March 2018
The Security Of Clothing
She is insecure
He is insecure
We are all insecure
Everybody is insecure
But I am most insecure of all
She wears bright clothes
He dresses as a country gent
We all wear our Sunday best
Everybody struts as a peacock
I try to look the part
He is insecure
We are all insecure
Everybody is insecure
But I am most insecure of all
She wears bright clothes
He dresses as a country gent
We all wear our Sunday best
Everybody struts as a peacock
I try to look the part
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