There is dark
There is light
The custodian’s arse
Is rather tight
It is stark
It is might
The earl so sparse
He lacked insight
The morning lark
Was in plain sight
Oystercatchers depart
With little flight
From Orkney to Sark
With emotional fright
The mind’s eye starts
With unusual plight
That day in the park
Riding the village bike
Following those carts
Flying your new-found kite
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
Friday, 29 March 2019
Thursday, 28 March 2019
Forty Eight
Eternal love
Will I not be unseated
Unfaithful love
May I not be defeated
Eternal love
I will not be deceitful
Unrequited love
May I not be in receipt
Eternal love
Will I ever be completed
Unborn love
May I not repeat
Eternal love
I will be eventful
Unbending love
May I be plentiful
Will I not be unseated
Unfaithful love
May I not be defeated
Eternal love
I will not be deceitful
Unrequited love
May I not be in receipt
Eternal love
Will I ever be completed
Unborn love
May I not repeat
Eternal love
I will be eventful
Unbending love
May I be plentiful
Wednesday, 27 March 2019
Forty Seven
I hear one crow
One crow, then one other
Soon a cacophony
One crow, with many others
I hear one rook
One rook, then one other
Soon I see a host of nests
For one rook, with many others
Crow or rook
Rook or crow
All alone
Or one with many others
Two pigeons on one branch
One love, of one other
One pigeon, one branch
One love lost, of many others
One crow, then one other
Soon a cacophony
One crow, with many others
I hear one rook
One rook, then one other
Soon I see a host of nests
For one rook, with many others
Crow or rook
Rook or crow
All alone
Or one with many others
Two pigeons on one branch
One love, of one other
One pigeon, one branch
One love lost, of many others
Tuesday, 26 March 2019
Forty Six
Reinforcement, of soul
Of spirit, of breath, of voice
Sigh of great expectation
Sigh of intense stillness
Hear the crows squawk
Hear the pigeons coo
As in the old times
On modern chimney pots
Not so far from executions
Or more so, from persecutions
Not so far from dereliction
Of duties, of buildings
Of spirit, of breath, of voice
Sigh of great expectation
Sigh of intense stillness
Hear the crows squawk
Hear the pigeons coo
As in the old times
On modern chimney pots
Not so far from executions
Or more so, from persecutions
Not so far from dereliction
Of duties, of buildings
Monday, 25 March 2019
Forty Five
Close in on me
Stumpy stone pillars
Withered away arches
Weight your song onto me
Stained glass window
Soprano led choir
Depart from me
Onwards to Berlin
To your own family
Be as you would for me
Lightness, movement
Quietly with voice
Stumpy stone pillars
Withered away arches
Weight your song onto me
Stained glass window
Soprano led choir
Depart from me
Onwards to Berlin
To your own family
Be as you would for me
Lightness, movement
Quietly with voice
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