There is a breeze
Yet it is ever so slight
Though sufficient
To move the taller flowers
The higher branches
The limper leaves
But not enough force
To dislodge the clouds
In the roof of the sky
Which have held their own
For much of the day
And may, for all I know
Be there again tomorrow
Let us all hope, that this slow
Slow stillness continues with us
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, 11 October 2018
Wednesday, 10 October 2018
Card Or Cash Sir
It was the
Most expensive dinner to date
I don’t like to say how much
But service was fully inclusive
Yes I know, we did both
Choose the specials of the day
Rump steak - medium rare
Fresh caught sea bream - grilled
Served with those
Three times
Cooked chips
A delicacy of the house
Most expensive dinner to date
I don’t like to say how much
But service was fully inclusive
Yes I know, we did both
Choose the specials of the day
Rump steak - medium rare
Fresh caught sea bream - grilled
Served with those
Three times
Cooked chips
A delicacy of the house
Tuesday, 9 October 2018
Bar None
The tea mug is from Sissinghurst
The damned barking dog
Is from the other side of the trees
The stained glass windows
They might as well be in
Another county; o but they are
The Curious Brew lager
Is made by the Royal Couples
Winemaker from Kent
The deeply inebriated lady
She didn’t ought to be like that
Not by four, on a Sunday afternoon
The damned barking dog
Is from the other side of the trees
The stained glass windows
They might as well be in
Another county; o but they are
The Curious Brew lager
Is made by the Royal Couples
Winemaker from Kent
The deeply inebriated lady
She didn’t ought to be like that
Not by four, on a Sunday afternoon
Monday, 8 October 2018
Audience
The pigeon
For, as far as I know
It is a pigeon
Anyhow the pigeon
If that is what it is
The pigeon claps its wings
Yes madam
I did say claps it’s wings
I did not mean flaps
If I had meant flaps
I would have said flaps
So just clap, now, why don’t you
For, as far as I know
It is a pigeon
Anyhow the pigeon
If that is what it is
The pigeon claps its wings
Yes madam
I did say claps it’s wings
I did not mean flaps
If I had meant flaps
I would have said flaps
So just clap, now, why don’t you
Sunday, 7 October 2018
Go There
A bench
Dry dry wood
From an old old tree
Knots, and age rings
Or partial rings
Up to the sawn edges
Ants enter the crevices
Such an exploration
Yet for what purpose
Other than a desire
To know what it is
That is not yet known
Dry dry wood
From an old old tree
Knots, and age rings
Or partial rings
Up to the sawn edges
Ants enter the crevices
Such an exploration
Yet for what purpose
Other than a desire
To know what it is
That is not yet known
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