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Saturday, 9 December 2023

A fine place for a picnic

What is that lady doing

Lying on the grass

By the stream


The stream that burbles and flows over the uneven unsteady rocks; stones that later she would sit upon, bare feet in the water, her picture being taken, photographed laid bare beneath the arched-back stone bridge.


How did she get there

What is her name

Who is she with


There with he who luxuriates and lays in the dappled sunlight, before a scramble up the hillside, to pick the just-on ripe bilberries, a thirst for the first of she the city country girl.


Where is she going

She called goodbye to the children

And waved



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Friday, 8 December 2023

Quietude

So quiet

Still

Too numb


Wait, think on, concentrate

The gum

Where the needle penetrated


A noise

An irritation

An awkward timed vibration


Still so

Quite peaceful


Only an overheard conversation

Only

Propellers in flight


The pain of past pleasure

Streams, rivers, rivulets

Churches, with corner stone creations


Still

So quiet


Lumber all the way up the hillside

Water

Racing all the way down the cut


Nowhere in a memory

Where anyone near has ever been still



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Thursday, 7 December 2023

Japanese garden

A meditative moment

Overhead the quiet roar

Of a seven four…


1972 my first gathering

With the Maharishi

Today the Buddha Maitreya


In his book

The still lights

The beautiful visions


Uniqueness complete

In Surbiton

Without subordination


A yellow cover, a green page

Blue ink, unadorned font



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Wednesday, 6 December 2023

I miss her so

I lift the cup

Underneath

The arm of the plastic chair


A clumsy manoeuvre

In bare feet, without socks

Or safety nets


Levelled at  a scribble with no purpose

No point about how to feel

Or how to have felt


Deeper words to divide you the writer

But to share

With you the lover, the provider


Is it fair; in any which way

To be immortal



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Tuesday, 5 December 2023

Uncovered

Noisy mind

Fifty years of past behind you


They say that

Cats are more, or less

Disaffected by who they've known

Or where to, it is, that they have been


Embrace the sunlight; off stage

The newspaper is in further shadow


No psychological murmurs

No tumours or tremors

No rumours, at the turn of the page


The trunk sets off the branch

Out in search of sunshine

Out in search of photosynthesis


There are so many changes of direction

Many dried twigs without fruit

The young apples have fallen early


The party not yet fairly begun

Though the breeze has brought

Her own invitation


She

And you, dressed, girly and gaily

With endless serenity



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