Will I know more
By Sunday lunchtime
Will I know more
By looking back at these notes
Will I have captured
The stillness, the breeze
The beauty, the love
The altogether me, just being
And what of those
Who were here before
Where are they now
What became of those poets
Monday, 24 September 2018
Sunday, 23 September 2018
Four Walls
Are these the trappings
A room to oneself
In the middle of the day
A room with French windows
Overlooking a garden
With birdsong and roses
I am also conscious
That I could have painted
The canvasses on these walls
I am though less conscious
Of my purpose; or of
What it is, which draws me here
A room to oneself
In the middle of the day
A room with French windows
Overlooking a garden
With birdsong and roses
I am also conscious
That I could have painted
The canvasses on these walls
I am though less conscious
Of my purpose; or of
What it is, which draws me here
Saturday, 22 September 2018
Love
There was a table
Now there is no table
Was there a water feature
There is one now
But unkempt, and overgrown
There was laughter
Most supportive
And much appreciated
There were children
Playing hide and seek
Also other games too
Which they had invented
All by themselves
Now there is no table
Was there a water feature
There is one now
But unkempt, and overgrown
There was laughter
Most supportive
And much appreciated
There were children
Playing hide and seek
Also other games too
Which they had invented
All by themselves
Friday, 21 September 2018
Change Has Occurred
This time will be different
For now you don’t know
What you bring with you
You don’t know what you seek
Or how you might seek it
Except that contemplation
Yes, contemplating, meditating
That might help, and yes
The writing is a good contribution
So simply to be aware
To take notes, to write down
All of the possibilities
For now you don’t know
What you bring with you
You don’t know what you seek
Or how you might seek it
Except that contemplation
Yes, contemplating, meditating
That might help, and yes
The writing is a good contribution
So simply to be aware
To take notes, to write down
All of the possibilities
Thursday, 20 September 2018
All Of The Why
Why be here
Why be drawn
To reflect on that time
Of thirteen years ago
Except that
That you believe that that time
Changed you
Took away some of your angst
They let you talk, let you play
Let you become someone
Who for so so long
You had forgotten to be
Why be drawn
To reflect on that time
Of thirteen years ago
Except that
That you believe that that time
Changed you
Took away some of your angst
They let you talk, let you play
Let you become someone
Who for so so long
You had forgotten to be
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