Circle
Circle of stone
Circle of fire and water
Circle of Japanese ink brush
Circle
Circle with compass
Circle with string and paint
Circle of exceedingly well-planted crops
I write of circles only to confuse you
To hide the real story, to hide the true story
Of how the circles encircled me
How I was captured in circles of my own making
Circle
Circle of light
Circle of night before day
Circle of more than lover's happenstance
Circle
Circle with family
Circle with friends and acquaintances
Circle with people I don’t even really know
Yes I write of circles to defuse you
To bypass what I wish to hide
O how the circles circled around me
How I was within, yet also I was outside
Friday, 18 May 2018
Thursday, 17 May 2018
Rutted Ground
A cart track in Yorkshire
A cart track in Devon
A cart track in Lincolnshire
Not that I had a cart
But a way of restful walking
On sunshine afternoons
No thoughts to the labour
No thoughts to the traveller
No thoughts to the horse and cart
Not that I had a lack of thoughts
For thoughts were all I knew
Thoughts of where I was, and where I wasn’t
Then, as the thoughts ran out
And the light began to fade
It was time to turn to parchment
To write what I wanted to write
To write what I needed to write
To write what I could or couldn’t say
A house became a home in Yorkshire
A house became a home in Devon
A house became a home in Lincolnshire
A cart track in Devon
A cart track in Lincolnshire
Not that I had a cart
But a way of restful walking
On sunshine afternoons
No thoughts to the labour
No thoughts to the traveller
No thoughts to the horse and cart
Not that I had a lack of thoughts
For thoughts were all I knew
Thoughts of where I was, and where I wasn’t
Then, as the thoughts ran out
And the light began to fade
It was time to turn to parchment
To write what I wanted to write
To write what I needed to write
To write what I could or couldn’t say
A house became a home in Yorkshire
A house became a home in Devon
A house became a home in Lincolnshire
Wednesday, 16 May 2018
Shop Time, Love Time
Oranges and lemons
And aubergines
And what flew from the tree that day
Departures and arrivals
And baggage to reclaim
And what drove along the free highway
Moors and meadows
And water in the stream
And what claimed the words to say
Peace and love
And happiness abounds above
As the solitary walker’s words go astray
Ache and rust
And rails which will collide
Across the divide of all that's made of clay
Temptation and musk
And oils on the skin, or husk
As the notes fall slowly in the spray
Apples and pears
And cabbage savoy fairs
And o what looks we picked up on the way
And aubergines
And what flew from the tree that day
Departures and arrivals
And baggage to reclaim
And what drove along the free highway
Moors and meadows
And water in the stream
And what claimed the words to say
Peace and love
And happiness abounds above
As the solitary walker’s words go astray
Ache and rust
And rails which will collide
Across the divide of all that's made of clay
Temptation and musk
And oils on the skin, or husk
As the notes fall slowly in the spray
Apples and pears
And cabbage savoy fairs
And o what looks we picked up on the way
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Ponder This
There is always danger
Or perhaps there always has to be a hint of danger
There is always second-guessing
Or perhaps there always has to be an element of second-guessing
But what of that moment
When the thought arrives on its own
Yes, what of that moment
When the dialogue speaks for itself
It did happen, I am sure, I am certain
Yes, absolutely that did happen
Even if the recollection
Is neither true nor clear
Better though to mention it
Like the whisky with the water
Like the tonic with the gin
Better to unveil slowly
Page after page after page
Be the devil for the Christians
Be the Buddha for the monks
Let there always be danger
In the arcades of the sun
Or perhaps there always has to be a hint of danger
There is always second-guessing
Or perhaps there always has to be an element of second-guessing
But what of that moment
When the thought arrives on its own
Yes, what of that moment
When the dialogue speaks for itself
It did happen, I am sure, I am certain
Yes, absolutely that did happen
Even if the recollection
Is neither true nor clear
Better though to mention it
Like the whisky with the water
Like the tonic with the gin
Better to unveil slowly
Page after page after page
Be the devil for the Christians
Be the Buddha for the monks
Let there always be danger
In the arcades of the sun
Monday, 14 May 2018
Young Man’s Words
Over the river
Four or five times
Beside the city walls
Four or five times
Asking for directions
Just the once
Ice cream for breakfast
With yoghurt & muesli on the side
All doors to open at ten-thirty
However long that silly old lady
Argues with the security guard
Outside of the mansion house
All of this before the bliss
The pure bliss
Of the Buddhist film
Walk with me
Four or five times
Beside the city walls
Four or five times
Asking for directions
Just the once
Ice cream for breakfast
With yoghurt & muesli on the side
All doors to open at ten-thirty
However long that silly old lady
Argues with the security guard
Outside of the mansion house
All of this before the bliss
The pure bliss
Of the Buddhist film
Walk with me
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