There is the pain
It is there all the while
Yet see how I smile
That you might ask
How am I keeping
Yes, it is true
It does keep me
From sleeping
Yet see how I am lightened
By your offer of tea
No, the despair
Does not quite
Turn to my weeping
Instead, I write
On matters of love
I try to repair
Yes simply as if
I am reaping
To furnish with light
The missives of love
There is the pain
As if climbing the stile
Yet just see how I smile
That you ask, sympathetically
How it is that I am needing
Thursday, 12 April 2018
Wednesday, 11 April 2018
I Am Lightweight
Last night I watched
Jiska Rickels’ film 4 Elements
I am now able to tell you
That I personally have no desire
To be a forest firefighter
Or a deep sea fisherman
Neither a miner in Germany
Or anywhere else for that matter
Finally, I would not wish
To undertake the training necessary
To become a space astronaut
I am happy to write
From the comfort of my armchair
Or to make a sketch, in a coffee shop
Yes I am ok to say
How I wish that Mrs Thatcher
Had not closed down the mines
And the shipyards
But I would not wish my sons
Nor I, to be in those professions
Jiska Rickels’ film 4 Elements
I am now able to tell you
That I personally have no desire
To be a forest firefighter
Or a deep sea fisherman
Neither a miner in Germany
Or anywhere else for that matter
Finally, I would not wish
To undertake the training necessary
To become a space astronaut
I am happy to write
From the comfort of my armchair
Or to make a sketch, in a coffee shop
Yes I am ok to say
How I wish that Mrs Thatcher
Had not closed down the mines
And the shipyards
But I would not wish my sons
Nor I, to be in those professions
Tuesday, 10 April 2018
On Being Told Not To Interfere
I come back to this room
I come back to this room
Where a few minutes ago
I was listening to David Whyte
Listening to David Whyte read his poetry
As well as him telling a fine tale
About himself, and John O’Donohue
Talking of to go against yourself
Go against yourself - a neat Irish phrase
And, or so it seems to me
One not entirely at odds with
Being told not to interfere
I come back to this room
Where a few minutes ago
I was listening to David Whyte
Listening to David Whyte read his poetry
As well as him telling a fine tale
About himself, and John O’Donohue
Talking of to go against yourself
Go against yourself - a neat Irish phrase
And, or so it seems to me
One not entirely at odds with
Being told not to interfere
Monday, 9 April 2018
Thoughts That Do Not Waiver
Still to love
The one you love
Even though that love
May be unrequited
For they too
Cannot truly see that thought
When they think
That they no longer love you
The one you love
Even though that love
May be unrequited
For they too
Cannot truly see that thought
When they think
That they no longer love you
Sunday, 8 April 2018
Waking, As If Rapidly Dreaming
A cheap choc-ice
A Christmas card
For the benefit
Of retired jockeys
A piping hot
Cup of tea
And the wood-burner
So so fully alight
Such a rush
Out of the evening nap
Such a world
To break into, or out of
Taken to ones doze
With words about William Wordsworth
With words about Thomas A Clarke
With words about Frank O’Hara
Such a literary stroll
Towards the light sleep
Such a poetic saunter
To those moments of grace
A Christmas card
For the benefit
Of retired jockeys
A piping hot
Cup of tea
And the wood-burner
So so fully alight
Such a rush
Out of the evening nap
Such a world
To break into, or out of
Taken to ones doze
With words about William Wordsworth
With words about Thomas A Clarke
With words about Frank O’Hara
Such a literary stroll
Towards the light sleep
Such a poetic saunter
To those moments of grace
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