A Useful Object

The kaleidoscopic effect

Created by strong sunlight

Passing through moving clouds

Before falling onto half-closed eyes

Grants a certain pathway

Into our very own randomness

That dark spring night

Or was it the end of winter

Not though in any way cold

Nor with any edge on time

Other than sometimes there would be

The warmth of the liquor

The light of the moon

The languor of the love

The eternal senselessness 

Of our presently being together

Yet senselessness only

From a new distance

From a meditation seat

In an opportunistic

Kaleidoscopic inducing garden

Actually senselessness 

Might better be read

As intensely sensual

Bare skin, twisted together fingers

Eyes and lips eagerly awaiting

Such that the notes

Of the perfumes

Of the sands and the oceans

Reach out for the lavender balm

Pressed fresh from today’s garden

Anticipation

It is true

There may be no one here

And, of course

I would be disappointed

Although an opportunity

To work alone

Yet let’s not call it work

Even if other readers might

Instead an opportunity

Which maybe has knocked once too often

Let us say a possibility

Even if the thesaurus offers us probability

Which might I say looks like an error

For me possibility is a good way off probability

And vice-versa, and yes, you are correct

It is becoming like work

Points Of View

I could look out on Plymouth Sound

Take in the view

From the tip tip-top of Dartmoor

I could look out from Batley's high spots

Across to who knows where on the Pennines

Before the downhill, to the very depths of the valley

And of these views, these views of far and further

I could become romantic

Or, perhaps stay safe, be entirely matter of fact

The variety club is there no more

The breakwater is silent to my offerings

Weather worn granite more than one dream away

Is all indeed more distant

Beyond the outlook, beyond

Instead to gaze through the nearest window

In this the month of June

In this the later of the later days

Where the desert is still, as ever, hopeful

Maps & Plans

I know you

Yet also I do not know you

Would a road trip

Around Scotland’s North Coast 500

Help me to know you better

When you stand atop a Munro

Do you whisper words of zen

Or does the man, once a boy from North Yorkshire

Simply say thanks for where he has travelled

His uncomplicated words, for what he has achieved

And if it is not you

Who shares this journey with me

Who then might it be; yes, who might it be

Are there others, many many others

Who I know, yet also, who I do not know

And if I have to go alone

Yet also not be alone

Would a few stopping off points

By the sands, beside the seas

Help me to know me, me alone, a little better

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There are men, and women

All around the world

Stepping up to the microphone

Speaking from a life stage

To talk of the balance of life

The beauty of life

There are some women, and some men

All around the world

Attending ceremonies and events

Waiting for the words of wisdom

Listening out for the jewel gems of life

So that they may share the beauty of life

There are a few men, and a few women

All around the world

Who move easily from podium to audience

From the floor of the hall to centre stage

You too may become one of these few

If you are able to fully embrace the beauty of life