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Saturday, 20 March 2021

You Push Me Further + Vanishing Point

You pushed me out
And now you push me further

Today I thought I’d figured out
But now I wonder
What had I done
To so so securely hurt her

Back in my calmness
I expect it really is of no consequence
Not worthy of much communication
No thought that she might hurt me

And I guess the word would be sorry
If I should care once more to point it out
Her tendency to be tactless
She deals it straight not roundabout

I thought I’d reached equilibrium
A balance
A full stop
Such that I could begin anew

Now I see
It was just a vanishing point
A pale horizon of mid-sight blues

A pit stop
For you to let me know
Just how much it is that I am screwed


Friday, 19 March 2021

Lover Of The Great Outdoors

Sway
Lay a prayer mat
Down beside
To guide you

This tree
Will surely fall
Who but man
Would here insist

A counterbalance
A bench
To sit upon
So near the precipice

Stay
Lay your coat
Down
To unhide you

In memory of John Jones
Lover
Of the great outdoors
Nineteen twenty-five

Up to
The millennium
Often
Words alone are sufficient

Dwell
Settle
Rest
Be blessed

In this
The final place
The expectant place
Of rest 


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Thursday, 18 March 2021

Before The Book Before The Thought

Admirers of abstract painting


Always, from as long ago as I can remember, before the book, before the thought


Free verse


No, that’s a new concept, or was until a few weeks ago, now I find it is what I’ve always done, before the book, before the thought


Corbusier Armchairs


Was it Conran, or Habitat, anyway it was a good while before IKEA, before the book, before the thought



Houses with plain walls


It began with Anaglypta, after the flock; but pretty soon it was painted plaster, before the book, before the thought


No ceiling Roses


We had to wait for technology, even now, sunken spots, not easy, not before the book, nor before the thought


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Admirers of abstract painting, free verse, Corbusier armchairs and houses with plain walls and no ceiling roses

Linda Grant

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Wednesday, 17 March 2021

A Walk In The Park

A place to convalesce
Take the waters
Less the wine

A place for more than rest
Take the quarters
Less the line

Broad walk in the fall
Autumnal colour
Peace remain

Soft talk in the hall
La Femme Pressée
Romance refrain

A place to recreate
Hesitate or wait
Less is fine

A place to infiltrate
Through ages of lime
Less steep incline

Market place they call
Fruits of the land
Body maintain

Landscapes on the wall
Mingling with Ringling Art
Sensuality sustain

A place
Appropriate
Please may I
Stay


Tuesday, 16 March 2021

Parallelism

It isn’t that I wanted to focus on those two things
But they did have to be sorted, and now they are
I didn’t have to do the online shop
But I had thought of a method, and I used it
I could have gone to the garden centre, it is allowed
But to be honest there would be little point, or purpose

I have though found a film to watch, from Hungary
I will report back, possibly tomorrow, or as soon as
There was a closeness, purely imaginary of course
The film was slow, deliberate, one might say clunky
The happy ending was retained, it was how I wished
Yes, there was a closeness, and I still feel its presence