Twisted trees
Sunlit branches
Frost one inch deep
On the car roof
Blue sky
Almost cloudless
Frost one inch deep
On the shed roof
Birds in flight
Also in evergreens
Frost one inch deep
Reveal garden footsteps
Sun behind me
Also to the side
Frost one inch deep
On the turning tide
Peace and quiet
I’m all alone now
Frost one inch deep
On remembered minds
Shadows on chairs
Shadows on tables
Frost one inch deep
Outside The Old Stables
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, 30 March 2018
Thursday, 29 March 2018
Shafts
The light
From the warm white
Bare lamp bulb
Falls onto the bright
Plain polyester type
Shower curtain
I lay in my bathtub
Left side
Under the water line
To ease the pain
Of my year long
Frozen shoulder
I am covered in bubbles
Meanwhile Lyle Lovett
Sings of his woman troubles
These are times of peace
These are times of calm
Balmy reminders of last summer
These are the moments
Of joy and gratefulness
For life and sentimental stuff
This is the life
And don’t I know it
If only I was able to show it
From the warm white
Bare lamp bulb
Falls onto the bright
Plain polyester type
Shower curtain
I lay in my bathtub
Left side
Under the water line
To ease the pain
Of my year long
Frozen shoulder
I am covered in bubbles
Meanwhile Lyle Lovett
Sings of his woman troubles
These are times of peace
These are times of calm
Balmy reminders of last summer
These are the moments
Of joy and gratefulness
For life and sentimental stuff
This is the life
And don’t I know it
If only I was able to show it
Wednesday, 28 March 2018
Regeneration
Turner prize
A cold day in December
Actually a colder day than that
The fruit market
A cold day in December
Actually a warmer day than that
Robots, and waterfronts
A cold day in December
Actually at least as cold a day as that
Turquoise blue volunteers
Struggle with their posture
Awkward; with time, with purpose
Visitors, and well-wishers
And condescending temptresses
Who have seen me disappear
Seen me disappear
Into paintings and onto postage stamps
Seen me disappear
Into installations and video projections
Seen me disappear
Into a Saturday afternoon in December
A cold day in December
Actually a colder day than that
The fruit market
A cold day in December
Actually a warmer day than that
Robots, and waterfronts
A cold day in December
Actually at least as cold a day as that
Turquoise blue volunteers
Struggle with their posture
Awkward; with time, with purpose
Visitors, and well-wishers
And condescending temptresses
Who have seen me disappear
Seen me disappear
Into paintings and onto postage stamps
Seen me disappear
Into installations and video projections
Seen me disappear
Into a Saturday afternoon in December
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
Broken Open
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
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
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
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