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Saturday, 13 December 2025

Constructive criticism

It's too long

It's too short

It's too fat

It's too thin


Oh no

I'm sorry

Let's see

Where to begin


The end is quite good

But would it be better

At the start


Yes that’s it, that’s it

Hit them with the punch line

Straight away



Friday, 12 December 2025

Loss of lost itself

Distracted, clear of deeper thought

No room for pure investigation

The ancients, the dust, the transference

The capture of the loss of loss

Of the loss of lost itself

In white space, in black space

In skyless skies and blank seas

Without horizons, and yes, landless


Deeper thought

To play with such a thing

A fine place for resurrection

Collect the pebbles and the leaves

There in our minds to create new landscapes



Thursday, 11 December 2025

Travel to the sea

I never thought of it before

How different the sound of the waves

To that transportation which is the river


The endless forward roll

The onrush over boulders and stones

With man made creations for fish to by-pass


Life without time to wait for

A conversation except that

Your friend behind you echoes your every word


Where is your memory; is it in the silt

And the sand of your settled bed

Or is it with birds, fauna, and grazing sheep

Or is it in the visitors, trampling on your every shore



Wednesday, 10 December 2025

Ruts

If the wild boar approach

Stand tall, spread yourself

Chant the ignoble incantation

Gas mark number six


The vastness of the valley

You show me your explorations

I am thankful, also peaceful

I admire your honest integrity


Then watch the skies move

Behind the trees

Take a photograph of you

Taking a photograph

Down beside the gushing river



Tuesday, 9 December 2025

Ear wax

The dizziness of the rivers

East Dart meets West Dart

To become the River Dart


Here, however far

Down the valley side we have fallen

We are still above the sea


Surrounded by books of places

And spaces, and Zen meditation

As the I sometimes forgets to be


For the ears; music, through

The transistor radio; any noise

Is welcomed, to overwhelm

The swirls which rush on to the sea