Ash In Tow - Also In The Grate

The Bay hunkers down

As the wind introduces itself

To a day of majestical purpose

The wood-burner flue warms up

Even with the flames

Struggling to catch hold

What was that word

Which you failed to remember

After yesterday morning’s meditation

Something similar in sound or meaning

To bestow or all aglow

Definitely with a resounding so so ending

Misplaced Steps - Focus On The Difference

The biscuit box is empty

The Home Body poems are read

At least today’s consignment

For my father was also a wagon driver

Delivering concrete pavement edges

To the navvies laying new roads

In this way I empathise, sympathise

With the poet Rupi Kaur

Yet I feel there is distance between us

Which makes the point, to me at any rate

That nothing changes, which you may recognise

As a David Bowie album, from back in the day

I don’t have a lot more to say

That album includes Let’s Dance

And we did dance, in one of my stories

Light Years Away - Only To Return

So not too too bad

Not to have been admitted

To the inner sanctum

Of the society of thieves

Thirty-seven years ago

This past summer

Take care to check the date

You know how my memory is

If I turn to sculpture

Will it be

To learn the inside out

Of the rest of my mind

Particularly to practice

That return from infinity

Where surely, at least once

I am bound to have travelled

Disappointment - But Keep On Trying

I dislike intellectuals, mostly

Because I am not in their gang

But also because I believe they stole

That which I thought belonged to me

Back again

In the domain of intellectuals

Who have once more refused me

Entrance to join their ranks

This time though there is hope

As I walk past several Francis Bacon originals

Also a Giacometti

Whose standing woman appears to lean

Unlike the Healing Man Buddha

Who silently promises

To make well

All in my world and its surroundings

All That I Am - Some Things May Be Missing

I am nothing more

Than mind, body

Soul, eros, and spirit

Which

Through memories, observations, and dreams

Gift me feelings, thoughts, and ideas

Opportunities that allow me

To plot a way forwards, and sideways

Through this singular journey of my one life