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Sunday, 14 December 2025

In search of space (Rothko)

A fine, people watching space

A good place to hang your paintings


It is though a café; which whilst

Not a restaurant will still give you

Punters for you to look down upon


Somewhere to listen

To the chitter chatter

A mirrored resemblance

Of your nothingness


And then there is me

He who wants to write a poem

As pure, as sure

As your infinity pictures


The poem will be

All of the words in the world, piled

Indecipherably, one upon another


Or there won't be any words at all

No, that’s it, no words whatsoever



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