Version Numero Uno

The drawing pen

Has pointed out

The places for correction

As the third eye smiles

Into the ebony and the ivory

Of life’s past reflections

I could not throw a rope

Over fourteen years

Or one hundred and twenty thousand hours

The words never could be

Stretched out so far

Not with any certainty

Yet what is done is done

What was said has been said

No turning back

This writer is not for turning

Sometimes

Not even for starting out

But the job is done

The stones are thrown

Love’s potions have been devoured

All that is left is the setting

The fonts and the spaces

The essences of the meaning

Which another man

May well have explained

Altogether differently

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In Place Of What

I, now

Don’t know

If ever I could

Work myself up

From a loss of faith

To the place that science

And reason are what bind me

To the beautiful world as I live in

Yet I am happy to take the stillness

And quiet meditation as a certain way

To help me to focus and to shape my day

I have a path laid out in front of me already

Which does include lots of spirituality and love

The poets, and the thinkers, and the writers advise

And educate me, they do help to inspire my daily life

Why then a need for an omnipresent supreme deity

Who for I never could have been the great creator

Or the saver of souls; to my mind it is way more

Than a seven day job; even the books on my

Shelves would take a year or more to read

Yet I acknowledge that there is a beauty

For those who follow what is admirable

If entirely beyond my understanding

Now back to the purpose of writing

Which is joy in the celebration

Of the new day, bathing in

The light which nature

Provides our planet

Also many others

I don’t believe

Neither do I believe

That I

Or that we

Are alone here

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Ordinarily Beautiful

The beauty of the day

Is that the beauty of the day is with us

The reflections on the ceiling are from the crystals

The sparkling lights heightened by strong sunlight

There is certainty in the solidness of the shadows

And warmth in that first cup of tea of the day

So, just for a moment

I want to reflect on the table-top

With its box of tissues, computer, several

Books, a scattering of coasters, old headphones

(The new ones are beside my chair)

Also, the remote for our overhead projector

A couple of leads for iPhone or similar

Two pairs of glasses and a pencil

Oh, and best of all, streams of sunlight

Which cast a cornucopia of shadows

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This Is It

I could count the branches
It would be quite a task
For the blossom tree
Is no longer a young sapling

Yet out there
I see through the shrub
To where the sun glistens
To where the flag flutters

Take these words not as a metaphor
But just as the words that they are
Others will start up their lawnmowers
They will be the disturbers of the peace

In a vainglorious attempt
To bring order to nature
With a proven capability
To disrupt the neighbourhood

I, I watch the bird-feeder swing
Ask, is there any post
Stay, sat in this chair
A good place for pontification

Take these words not as metaphors
But just as the words that they are
Others may well chime up otherwise
They will be the disrupters of the plainsong

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Matisse et Picasso

Hung on the wall

Of Gertrude’s flat

Son of a corn merchant

He needed to rationalise

He was very French

In his thought organisation

Force of a primal image

Nine months in the making

The manifestation of a manifestation

Life’s a beach

Man breaks free of nature

No clash

But an exchange of paintings

To seal their mutual respect

Courage in search for simplicity

To see the irreducible

In the other’s work

The idea of things

The team leader

A rider who says that

We ride together

Measure aesthetic ideals

The arabesque

The violin

The face

Constructed and deconstructed

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