The Writer Paused

It wasn’t always thus he says
With a benign smile of nowhereness
There once was a time, filled with enthusiasm
For each and every word

Now the openness of emptiness has closed in
The need for nothing, or at least the thought of it
Is becoming the thrust, the thrust now to follow
And so the empty rooms, and discarded railway lines

Can best mark the space for the virgin page
To make its entrance, less visible than ink
Yet more sustainable than lead, the parchment
Dies, for the irritant thoughts to be laid to rest

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Pest Of A Presence

Goddess
Good god
Twelve years now
I have lived with this woman
Yet still, she sees you
As my goddess

And, as for myself
Well
Knowing that there is no hope
I am able, at the last
To describe you as no more
Than mere mortal

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Sketch, Listen, Read, Write

Where is the going going to
In the straight lines
In the squares
In the cubes

And why wear a shirt
With flowers in pink and blue
With buttons in pink and blue
With turn up cuffs, in pink and blue

As if a contradiction
To contradict the pain
In the upper back and neck
And in the left side frozen shoulder

Yet no more at odds
Than to be listening to Arvo Part
Or reading Jean Jacques Rousseau’s
Reveries of the Solitary Walker

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Mutual

30 months, or thereabouts
Most don’t last so long
And most don’t generate
So many contradictory words

Strong bonds were made
Talk of a Wednesday family
Which resonates, yet does not mean
Quite the same to all nations

So, among this morning’s words
I find: sadness, hurt, anger
Dismay, disappointment, loyalty
Misunderstandings, dismissal

Altogether they add up to a confusion
Which does resonate, and means the same
Across all leagues, across all divisions:
Where did we lose our way

Where and when did the round ball
And the tribes of tribal supporters
Get handed over to the international money men
For their controlling stamp of disapproval

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I Gave It To Someone Better

Not yet the half-light
Though neither still the brightness
Not yet knowing what I might achieve
Though neither still to fend off the dullness

Shadows, flames, and carrier bags
Jumpers, and presents
Familiar names written on tags

A stillness, and a breeze
A union flag, in flight
Beyond those trees without leaves

The nuance, of a germ, of an idea
Close on to nostalgia
Yet just far enough away

Walking across the field
There and back
To Angel Barn
In a corner of Eden

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