Black & white
Underlined in red ink
For me
That’s where the poem began
The denouement or duende
May have arrived later
But for me the poems
Always began at the beginning
Wednesday, 11 November 2015
Tuesday, 10 November 2015
Between The Lines
You are
Better read than I
Your intellect
Positively on fire
Yet actively restrained
One day you will give me your take
Tell me who
The vulgar-upstarts represent
For my part
I will wallow in the Pastoral passages
Though I note a certain lack of flow
Unbecoming of such a refined writer
My guess – there will be a purpose
To the unfortunate juxtapositions
No doubt you will elaborate, elongate
Raise to the surface my submerged view
Better read than I
Your intellect
Positively on fire
Yet actively restrained
One day you will give me your take
Tell me who
The vulgar-upstarts represent
For my part
I will wallow in the Pastoral passages
Though I note a certain lack of flow
Unbecoming of such a refined writer
My guess – there will be a purpose
To the unfortunate juxtapositions
No doubt you will elaborate, elongate
Raise to the surface my submerged view
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Monday, 9 November 2015
Déjà Vu
I ride a stumbled path
Beside the broken glass
Through the deserts of blown grass
Without fence or hedgerow
A solitary walker waves me down
Do I know the way he asks
Certain that he has passed this way before
But where are the fields of folk
Where are the farmers workers
I tried to make a laugh
Without thought or purpose
Through the void of explanation
Without doubt, deliverance or benediction
Thanks he said
I’ll be on my way
I may be back again tomorrow
He did not say,
And I for certain did not follow
Beside the broken glass
Through the deserts of blown grass
Without fence or hedgerow
A solitary walker waves me down
Do I know the way he asks
Certain that he has passed this way before
But where are the fields of folk
Where are the farmers workers
I tried to make a laugh
Without thought or purpose
Through the void of explanation
Without doubt, deliverance or benediction
Thanks he said
I’ll be on my way
I may be back again tomorrow
He did not say,
And I for certain did not follow
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| Fury Poems - A short collection Read free on Issuu |
Sunday, 8 November 2015
F Words Saying Look
White board, wipe away, move on, gone
But you travelled through some deep synapses
Erase, erasure, lose, loss of sweet saviour
Or quarantine, quarantine before you delete
Loosening links and losing linkages
Opening wounds, bound, sealed, slowly wheeled
Turn to…
Make a sense
Find a purpose
Being: To Be Is Not Alone Enough
Buy some time, rebuild some memories
Work out the why
But you travelled through some deep synapses
Erase, erasure, lose, loss of sweet saviour
Or quarantine, quarantine before you delete
Loosening links and losing linkages
Opening wounds, bound, sealed, slowly wheeled
Turn to…
Make a sense
Find a purpose
Being: To Be Is Not Alone Enough
Buy some time, rebuild some memories
Work out the why
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| Fury Poems - A short collection Read free on Issuu |
Saturday, 7 November 2015
To Be Is Not Alone Enough
White board, wipe away, move on, gone
But you travelled through some deep synapses
Erase, erasure, lose, loss of sweet saviour
Or quarantine, quarantine before you delete
Loosening links and losing linkages
Opening wounds, bound, sealed, slowly wheeled
Turn to…
Make a sense
Find a purpose
Being: To Be Is Not Alone Enough
Buy some time, rebuild some memories
Work out the why
But you travelled through some deep synapses
Erase, erasure, lose, loss of sweet saviour
Or quarantine, quarantine before you delete
Loosening links and losing linkages
Opening wounds, bound, sealed, slowly wheeled
Turn to…
Make a sense
Find a purpose
Being: To Be Is Not Alone Enough
Buy some time, rebuild some memories
Work out the why
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| Fury Poems - A short collection Read free on Issuu |
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