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Monday, 27 September 2021

Newark to Kings Cross

All that talk
Of the world coming to an end
Without a speck of common sense
About what we’ve achieved so far
And how much further we can go

To help my cause
Also to shed, or show some optimism
I turn to onbeing.org with Krista Tippett
In conversation with Robert McFarlane
Which I find to be most uplifting


Sunday, 26 September 2021

Outside The Hairdressers

A slit, horizontal
Of blue, blue sky
Above the rooftops
Below the passageway ceiling

That view, restricted
Of emptiness, openness
Above this idea of future
Below that idea of past

My steadiness deserts me
I wobble like the smog
His holiness is thus set to be
I turn, as if a damaged knuckle


Saturday, 25 September 2021

Benjamin’s Poem

My socks
Have dinosaurs
Blue and pink
What do my parents
Think about

My shorts
Are checked
Orange and green and blue
What do my parents
Want me to do

My tee-shirt
Is plain
And blue, again
What do my parents
Want from this game


Friday, 24 September 2021

Thomas’ Poem

My socks
Are red and blue
They remind me of you

My shorts
Are navy blue
Their battles
Remind me of you

My tee-shirt
Is hooped
White, Breton blue, and green
Their bicycles, their onions
They remind me of you

 

Thursday, 23 September 2021

Our Words

Without you here
The silence engages
The ether enriches
It is in the not knowing
That we find our knowing