Gentle, peaceful
Warm summer
Except
Yes, except that I remember
That poem I wrote
About a striped wasp
And today
For this the last poem
I am surrounded again
By wasps
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
Tuesday, 27 November 2018
Monday, 26 November 2018
Hairdo
I put one step
In front of the other
The morning sun
Warms me
The blue sky
Soothes me
Earlier I meditated
Listening to Quietude
In front of the other
The morning sun
Warms me
The blue sky
Soothes me
Earlier I meditated
Listening to Quietude
Sunday, 25 November 2018
English Summer
It is a few weeks later
The first two cricket test matches
Have been won
The football season
Has started
But not with quite such good results
The summer does continue
Butterflies
Meander through the garden
Autumn is a good way off
Yet we cannot stop ourselves
Preserving jams in preparation
The first two cricket test matches
Have been won
The football season
Has started
But not with quite such good results
The summer does continue
Butterflies
Meander through the garden
Autumn is a good way off
Yet we cannot stop ourselves
Preserving jams in preparation
Saturday, 24 November 2018
Am I Not
I struggle with Hegel
With his sense
With his sensibility
I thought I was ok
With the here
With the now
Here with the sight
Now with the sound
Here with the smell
Now with the taste
Here with the touch
Now with the feeling
With his sense
With his sensibility
I thought I was ok
With the here
With the now
Here with the sight
Now with the sound
Here with the smell
Now with the taste
Here with the touch
Now with the feeling
Friday, 23 November 2018
Vantage Point
That outlook
This outlook
Those outlooks
Over fields, and fields, of corn
To the blue, blue-sky horizon
That farmer
This farmer
Those farmers
Ploughing, with tractors
Harvesting, with combines
That summer
This summer
Those summers, never the same
This outlook
Those outlooks
Over fields, and fields, of corn
To the blue, blue-sky horizon
That farmer
This farmer
Those farmers
Ploughing, with tractors
Harvesting, with combines
That summer
This summer
Those summers, never the same
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