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Monday, 8 August 2022

Of The Truth

Between here

And there

There is beauty

That is

Between here

And anywhere

There is beauty

When the eyes of love

Are on the lookout


Between sky

And sea

There is beauty

That is

Between blue sky

And azure sea

There is beauty

When the eyes of a lover

Are on the lookout


Between pen stroke

And brushstroke

There is beauty

That is

Between the italics

And the faint wash

There is beauty

When the artists of love

Are on the lookout




Sunday, 7 August 2022

Sculpt

Some men

Would mould you in clay

Now, don’t


Get me wrong

I have thought about

Doing that very thing


But how

How to create

The third dimension


How to stand

The legs apart

Or better still to cross them over


And how

How to raise up

Or cup the breast


Before the coat lapels

Are stylishly

Overlaid


Also how

To gift those eyes

That enigmatic smile


As you turn

Ever so slightly

Towards me




Saturday, 6 August 2022

Verse And Chorus

I may be leaving

I don’t  really know why

Or for that matter when

Neither do I know where I might be going


I will remember

These flat lands

Which are really not flat at all

Say that again; really not flat at all

Yet, from the sea

Across the marshes, up through the fields

There is a chance of flood

Say that again; there is a chance of flood


I may be leaving

That time has turned around

The clock and I move on

Somewhere now must be the future


I will remember

These flat lands

Which are really not flat at all

Say that again; really not flat at all

Yet, from the sea

Across the marshes, up through the fields

There is a chance of flood

Say that again; there is a chance of flood 



Friday, 5 August 2022

Rise And Shine

Cooling down

Going quiet

After a bodily engagement


Settling down

Being quiet

After a mindful resurgence


Out of down

Into quiet

After a presence emergent



Thursday, 4 August 2022

This Could Take A Long Time

All around

Yes, both nearby

And far away

The discrepancies arise


Nothing is

As anything ever was

So why think to repeat

The thing you thought was only quite good


Better surely

To strike out for the new

To take the adventure

By the scruff of the neck


But how to do that

The Algarve; entirely by chance

Ireland; a real leap of faith

Atrium Prestige; no personal recommendations


Other than 

All of those memories

About Leonard Cohen

And his muse, and his music


But back to now; the yellow and blue

Or anywhere nearby

Is surely off-limits

As also is crossing that airspace