Someone Else’s Suggestion

All is as all could ever be

Warm sun, cool breeze

Snowfall on the winter vacation

All is as all that we leave

Photographs, poems

Memories of the life once lived

Looking forwards, plans for another year

A chartered yacht

Swimming, snorkelling in warm, enthusing seas

What could go wrong 

What could go right

Where on the fence should I sit

All is as all could ever be

Warmer suns, softer, gentler breezes

Silent of any winter vacation

All is as all that we leave

Videos, audio recordings

UHD memories of the life once lived

Donald Hall

Flowers

With us

To be colourful

With us

To be youthful

Colours

Gifted to us

By the meadows

Youth

Gifted to us

By the generations

Purples, yellows, whites, blues and reds

Passions in deep waves

Sensations, of sweetest lust-filled scents

Teenage years and retirement years

Explorations of presents and futures

Entertainments of here and now and then

Flowers

With us, as with beauty

With us, as with life

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