Chased for money
Harassed for funds
Reaching out
For more than I’m due
Accounts rendered
Reference submitted
What else is forgotten
In the world of the world
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Chased for money
Harassed for funds
Reaching out
For more than I’m due
Accounts rendered
Reference submitted
What else is forgotten
In the world of the world
I cannot see
But I can imagine
So I do not see
But I don’t half imagine
I cannot be
But I can do
So I don’t be
But I do quite considerably do
Rounded stones
Rock solid
Rustic French accent
A stronger breeze
Kickstarts
The waves of late summer
Follow the flags
And the bunting
As the ship sets to sail
Already
The luggage containers
Are being loaded
As the queues form
Leading away
From our idyllic escape
Movements
Also stillness
Quiet
Yet not quite silence
Shops, cafés
And a signpost
To the harbour
Or to the visitor centre
With its sedum roof