How does one make sense
Of a watercolour painting
Or a contemplative pastel sketch
I look across the room
At my own work
From thirty years ago
I could say to you
That there is lightness
That there is love
Yet, if I move in closer
I would talk of frustration
I would talk of dismay
But, and I smile as I write this
I must speak today of satisfaction
I should talk well, of my minor achievements
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
Thursday, 12 July 2018
Wednesday, 11 July 2018
Questions Of Ownership
Who but I
Yes, a good question
Or who but you
Yes, equally so
To sidestep
To foxtrot
To line dance
To hide away
Who but I
And where but here
O yes
Keep those questions coming
To intensify
To mystify
To be courageous
In the absence of love
Yes, a good question
Or who but you
Yes, equally so
To sidestep
To foxtrot
To line dance
To hide away
Who but I
And where but here
O yes
Keep those questions coming
To intensify
To mystify
To be courageous
In the absence of love
Tuesday, 10 July 2018
Denial Of Ownership
Is there always impatience lurking
Always another occupation to go to
Is their always a form of recrimination
Always some other blame to lay
Always another occupation to go to
Is their always a form of recrimination
Always some other blame to lay
Monday, 9 July 2018
Self Ownership
This is what I hoped for
This is what I wished for
Outside of meditation
This is what I craved for
Or at least one of the things
I hoped this room would bring peace
I wished this room would bring joy
Outside of meditation
I craved for this room in which to crave
To be at least one, of those many things
This is what I wished for
Outside of meditation
This is what I craved for
Or at least one of the things
I hoped this room would bring peace
I wished this room would bring joy
Outside of meditation
I craved for this room in which to crave
To be at least one, of those many things
Sunday, 8 July 2018
Shared Ownership
If you came here
Or if someone else came here
To this room I have created
Would you, or they, look at the photographs
Would you, or they, read the books
Would you, or they, listen to the music
Would you, or they, sit around this table
If I offered you coffee
Or if I offered someone else coffee
In this room I have created
Would you, or they, make polite conversation
Would you, or they, shed their light, lightly
Would you, or they, smile, smile infectiously
Would you, or they, talk of our love, lovingly
Or if someone else came here
To this room I have created
Would you, or they, look at the photographs
Would you, or they, read the books
Would you, or they, listen to the music
Would you, or they, sit around this table
If I offered you coffee
Or if I offered someone else coffee
In this room I have created
Would you, or they, make polite conversation
Would you, or they, shed their light, lightly
Would you, or they, smile, smile infectiously
Would you, or they, talk of our love, lovingly
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