The blue sky is clouding over
Their words are not my words
Neither can I read their music
But I can close my eyes
I can feel the breeze
Wafting through my fine mop of hair
And I can feel for those not with me
That is my discipline
To think to write a letter
Yet not a letter for posterity
Instead a letter to hold on to love
 |
| Available from Amazon |
Last night’s disappointment at football
Will take quite a while
To wear off
It’s probably the end
Of that team as we’ve known it
Already I have learnt
They were the second oldest team in the league
There is a sadness
And a dullness
Also an apprehension
Instead of an excitement
This isn’t how the first day
Ought to be
Yet doubts always surface
At the beginning of an adventure
And so the emptiness
The loneliness of leaving you behind
Brings a hollowness
To the car's interior
|
| Available from Amazon |
I don’t belong here
What with my dodgy hips
And all these sloping pavements
Which also annoy the hell
Out of my nervous thighs
Someone once said
That Lincolnshire was flat
Well not on the wolds it’s not
All over the place there are tricks
|
| Available from Amazon |
To rearrange
Or reassemble
Isn’t quite the same
As starting over
You know
When you buy something new
Which in the shop
Appeared to be the very thing
To set you up
Instead
To make do and mend
Even to mend
That which is not yet broken
As a sort of way
Of making the point
That to have something new is your desire
For almost all
But not all
Situations
|
| Available from Amazon |
Tidying is begun
Two chairs and a desk
Offered to Freely Given
Two chairs (IKEA)
Brought from the house
To begin a new life
Cobwebs and dust
Removed
From walls and ceilings
Diamonds and Rust
Played
On the iPod stereo
The concrete floor
Once more is visible
As is the easel and stepladder
How difficult change is
Simply to rearrange
Is one heck of a toil
How hard
To wash away those past years
To open afresh for new memories
|
| Available from Amazon |