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Thursday, 29 April 2021

Master

You are the painter of silence
Yet it is not so silent here
You are here, amongst the branch
Of architecture as environment

I would have liked to sit in silence
With your painting of vases
With your quiet accommodation
Of house and nature, at one in one

Else how could I appreciate
The stillness, the calm
The distinction of a settled peace
Laid out for others to follow

Next we go to the gardens
An English artist from Germany
One of the young British school
Who defected, to make his own mark

Of course there may
Have to be vanilla gelatos
With espressos
Along the way


Wednesday, 28 April 2021

Prime Ordeal

It’s not so much
How you feel
In the middle of the night
It’s not so much
How you see
As you search for second sight

All that’s left
Is all that’s left
All that’s gone before
Has gone before

It’s not so much
How you smile
When everything is alright
It’s not so much
How you squeeze
When the pheromones alight

All that’s here
Is all that’s here
All that’s new
Is all that’s new

It’s not so much
How you close
If the time is tight
It’s not so much
How you arose
When the sign said flight



Tuesday, 27 April 2021

Mimicry

From the Tuscany hills
To the city of Florence
From the paying of bills
To the trials of intolerance

From the pool of azure
To the church of marble
From religion so sure
To the saints who garble

From the room without heat
To the bed with mosquitoes
From the clean white sheet
To the red blood of the veto’s

From glass beads on lampshades
To a bookcase filled with volumes
From Paul&Shark first grades
To magic bells with their tunes

From a following of Rembrandt
To a date with Captain Corelli
From a reading by Kant
To the slippers of George Melly

From horse hooves on cobbles
To a courtiers clean stables
From floors with their wobbles
To the starlights of the fables


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Monday, 26 April 2021

Outlook

By the blue pool
With azure reflections
On the Tuscany
The Tuscany hillside

Five kilometres
From the road
On the dirt track
Past the stables

Olive trees
Of all ages
By the chateau
Down the valley

Man and wife now
Married just then
By the chateau
Down the valley

Silver clouds
With silver linings
Sky of blue
Washes the grey away

Swifts and swallows
Diving and darting
Offering pleasure
To those who stay


Sunday, 25 April 2021

Country Rose

I bless this meditation

I say thanks for this meditation

In the morning sunlight

Before the dark cloud

Settles over me


There are ducks, there are geese

Birdsong, and bees

The meadow is fragrant

Awash with poppies and mint

The grass is free of mowing


The windmills are not for turning

As I close off the meditation

Instead it is the sun

Which returns the world’s energy

To my pleasurable locale


Swallows dart and dive

They climb, and they plunge

As I too purge, and cover over

Our synchronicity though

Is not there for all to see


The poems say what the poems say

I have no means

To express deeper or higher thoughts

Although my two-tone personality

Is, for the moment, perfectly relaxed


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