Doubt or truth
Life of youth:
Million Dollar
Associations
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
Patience, peaceful
Quiet well disguised determination
An idea inside an idea
Latent beauty divested
Impressed with duty, picked
Pocketed, brought to base
Laced with love
Patience, peaceful
Calm with clear subconscious contemplation
A thought inside a thought
One thread, one daisy chain, one and then another
One time clock, one yes he loves me, one carefree slim line lover
One strip of full on red, one corn field full of poppies, the friendship of another
One diamond stud, one painted leaf, one note passed on - by my brother
One line of time, one road of hop on board jalopies
My memory won't drop
You were, you are
One daisy chain my lover
There is no one other
In this place founded by a collector you have placed a collection
Conker shells, snails, petals, butterflies
All turned into garlands, necklaces, jewellery
Adornments; traced from nature
Worn
Among a touring collection of prize winners
Who I fear are altogether
Less delicate artists
Carrot cake
Coffee with cream
Lilacs in a jar
This might not be a free lunch
But it’s as close
As you or I can get away from yesterday
From all those other memories
Going
Still going