Preparation Time

Tonight is meditation by zoom

I am not really prepared

But in a way that’s ok

Because my fellow meditators

Will be fascinated

By the Norfolk cottage

Or Lavender Barn

To give it its official name

Also they will want to know

Exactly what I have been up to

Nevertheless, as I listen

To the Astounding Eyes of Rita

I think it’s time to make a start

First to turn the words into PDF’s

Then to choose the guided meditations

And put them on a playlist

Finally, to choose the audio tracks

For our meditations to music

Done

How good it feels

To accomplish something

Anything...

Self-Reflections

Two hours of playing with video

Does anyone

Like the sight of their own face

Or the sound of their own voice

Do we not all cringe

At the words we wrote

Or the scenes which we imagined

Is it overconfidence

In our ability

Or our proficiency

Have we seen professionals

And thought, oh yes

That looks easy enough

I should be able to do that

Of course timing, timing is everything isn’t it

Knowing when to pause

Where to take a breath

Or when to smile

And turn towards the camera

Although to do that I would have to learn my lines

And memory is not my strong point is it, no it is not

Burnside

I didn’t know you as a non-believer

I don’t really know you as a poet

Yet of late I have empathised

With your words, and their layout

Indeed I took your Desserts

To our Friday Morning Poet’s Salon

Where the craquelure

Was inquisitively peeled back

Pointers

I take tea

With lemon drizzle cake

In the stables cafe

The crockery is exemplary

White and blue

Always a favoured pairing

Fresh flowers on the table

A nice touch

Why not do it more at home

I will buy a vase

For sure there will be a gift shop

Though alas, there were no vases

Frame

Place and time

Time and place

Shade and light

Light and shade

Remember the experience

Store away the details

Give sufficient weight

To the ambiances

Of your surroundings

Of your heart

Of your mind

Of your temple in the sky

Be taken by the muse

Be offered up

To the lines of freedom

To the limitations of lovers

Tell them, that you have been there

Say that you were not alone

Yet you cannot say who you met there

For truly, they will never, ever know