In her absence she often turned to meet him
With feigned presence
He always returned her greeting
In her absence defeated amusements begin
With indiscrete diffusions
She renders him unworthy of further meeting
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
Monday, 31 December 2012
Sunday, 30 December 2012
Curved Ball
I will close down, so soft, so slow
Walk again
Where the cherry blossoms grow
I say these words
On a wind worn night
With peace, not fear nor fright
The time may be long
Beneath the light of your moon
Let that I may be strong
In the swathes of poppies
Through the fields of corn
Sworn to beholden, feet worn
Howling gale, beating rain
Sounds so loud
They drown the retreating pain
Saturday, 29 December 2012
Artist’s Model
Water-paint of upturned breast
Impenetrable as the dawn mist
All else hidden by a scarf
That I imagine surrounded you
Untouchable as the dusk’s light
That laid low your shadow
I have a desire to touch
Disturb your soft free locks
& whisper my first soliloquy
Friday, 28 December 2012
Channelled
Coldness creeps in
Through the open door
As light fades
From the once blue sky
His conversation
Easy and eloquent
A tale of a life
Passed staggeringly by
Window’s on to poppies
Girl in a printed dress
Art that takes over
Caressed as we fly
It's true I could scream
To be there again
Back into the last
Christmas that I cried
Out on the cold moor
A derelict landing strip
Sat so clearly alone
Old ideas slung out to dry
Thursday, 27 December 2012
Home Hope
The snows await, the
Low sunlight’s strength of
Reflection suggests so
Last summer’s leaves
Flicker and fall
A sharper breeze blows
Pink and crimson
Blossoms now a memory
Past limes laid to rest
Replaced by winter’s
Cherry red, prickly
Hawthorn berries
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