Pages

Sunday, 15 December 2024

Up and down the country lanes

Up and down the country lanes

Round and round in aeroplanes

As if in the flotation tank

As if swaying by the flames


Over and over the words he turned

Back and forth past and future churned

As if the photographs from the bank

As if all of love’s knowledge learned


Here and there he tried to recall

Now and then with hopes to stop the fall

As if the monasteries felt the shank

As if the father championed you with the scroll


I’ll say again to wait until the day is through

I’ll say again you are top of my top two

As if the registrar was your rank

As if you waited to feel the new man new



Saturday, 14 December 2024

And I love you this way

And I love you this way

And I love you that

I love you on the causeway

I love you on the flat


I go to you in my dreams

I go wearing my hat

I go to you with full resolve

Once more to play the neat straight bat


I am here and now

Wondering where you are at

I have seen one fatted cow

Walking slowly as you plat


I listen to the Australian man

His CD came in the morning as I sat

Oh lord how I loved and ran

Into the future for a longer chat



Friday, 13 December 2024

I am almost at the end

I am almost at the end

Of this small notebook

A book which I have lost

Oh so so many times


Just as I left or lost

At least three relationships

Somewhere where, like now

I was busy doing something else


The future is unknown

Will I meet another

Is that a part of my journey

Who am I to know that


I write, but perhaps I ought

To draw or paint

Yes, at least one big canvas

As someone once said I should



Thursday, 12 December 2024

High and low

High and low

Nowhere to go

Also no place to stay


But, put a face on

One on one

Is not the end at all


Don’t fall for the curious

Or the jealously insane

Reframe the positions


Take risk endowed decisions

Rearrange where you can

Exchange jealousy for trust


Take belief from rust

Wake up to the sunrise

Take a last look at the moon



Wednesday, 11 December 2024

Back in Café Rizzotti

Back in Café Rizzotti

For Americano (black)

And carrot cake (with cream)


A day when I feel inclined

To spend freely

Though no way can I afford to


But it’s been my way hasn't it

For the whole of this life

Way too late to change now


It sure was sumptuous

As where you, or

So my memory tells me