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Thursday, 20 February 2025

Respite

Into the grey sky, without a colour for guidance

Or differentiation beyond the lines of convergence

That began in the tiles under my feet

And travelled under the tired toes of the refugee

As he ambled up and down; until the time to go



Wednesday, 19 February 2025

To become a painter

Angel du Nord

All over the papers

All over the skyline

The Blind Light of confusion

Drips from my brow


That these words

Are the headline story

Is your transient momentous reward


Nine years

Six alone in preparation

Watching the light

Through the seasons

Watching

Cows crossing the Lys


That these words

Caught the tearful story

Is your lasting posthumous reward



Tuesday, 18 February 2025

Beware

Dubois, perhaps of De Beauvoir

Shadows; encounters that play with light

Travellers of the world unite as fragments

In the underground concrete departments


Be aware

Meet my friend; he is the one with the knife

Who desires, due to the affair with his wife

To end your life


Sad to have descended

The evening's gaiety upended

Anger lies beside the selfless bonds of consolation

As we delve into your darker nation


Ambient explanations to still the ruffled mind

Silent conversations to view the uneasy interior

Hazily ordained deportations cram the adventurer


Less plain

The particular exploitations to hustle

The all alone, after dark street walker



Monday, 17 February 2025

Lumière

This is a passing visit - just time to catch up

Refreshment for myself; incommunicado


I'll sit awhile, wander about, and listen to the music

Think of the fountains, outside in the sunshine


Settle in this cool place, with the voices, with the dust

Settle in this cool place, among your pictures

I will settle with trust



Sunday, 16 February 2025

Blue, blue, blue, blue

Did you feel blue

Before the lightness balanced the depression


Did it come to you

Before its brightness anchored the impression


Blue; of sky, of sea

Of elsewhere on your canvas


Do I feel blue

Before you now, or am I lighter somehow


Do I come to you

Brighter, but still somehow, without anchor