Time Pieces

Nine monks
Ten, with me, in the congregation
It is a well made bench
The new garden
Not quite so well made
They are, in business speak
Sweating the assets

I am losing my belonging
The love affair is over
As was the last love affair
A long long time ago
No amount of treacle tart
Or clotted cream
Can make up for the lost ground

I will leave tomorrow
In search of a new inspiration
The Italian
Or did I decide he was Eastern European
He arrives late; actually, every time
He has attended, he has turned in late
And that it seems is what it’s coming to

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Cube 1: Bottom, left, right, front, back, top

I am aware of the completeness of my body

As I stand between the monumental stone pillars

I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a step forwards

Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane

With walls, fences, and verges to the side

The lane turns corners and falls gradually

Before reaching the main road and the promenade

Which in turn takes me down to the beach

I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands

The tide was receding 

The sunrise was slowly rising 

I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a a step forwards

I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps

Before reaching the main road and the promenade

The tide was receding

I am aware of the completeness of my body

I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette

The lane turns corners and falls gradually

The sunrise was slowly rising 

Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane

I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps

With walls, fences, and verges to the side

I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands

I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette

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Previous

See how much easier
When the practice
Has been practiced

The words fall one by one
Onto a satisfied
Smile of a face

A smile, with a body
Which walks
Without weight or pain

The skies stepped on one by one
Light as air
Not a care in the world

So comfortable
In her own skin of skin
Skimming pebbles over the pond

The gondola’s
Are tomorrow’s treat
So neat to be so neat

Without a single taste of defeat
Always the victorious
Just occasionally the notorious

As on that occasion
No, no point here of persuasion
I must keep her secret

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Change

There is less
Less to connect to
The chapel closed
Filled with scaffolding
The restaurant open
All hours now
No more waiting
Or more longing
Brother Daniel away
All routines broken
This may be the last time
This time I may leave early
Although
In the early hours
In the dark silence
One light is sufficient
To gift a purpose
To grant a stay of execution
If only I had bought that candle
And the box
Of everlasting matches

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Sidelined, Misaligned

Another one now relegated
As also she relegated me
Yet a page here to chase her
A page to redistribute words
Love calls out
For love to be returned
Without the return of love
It is no longer love

It may once have been love
But it is love no more
Which I accept
Which I struggle to accept
What I fail to see
What I have failed to see
What I have chosen to see
I have also chosen not to see

I walk slowly, I walk slowly
Jealousy is the most hideous withering evil
It finds a rose tree and leaves a stick
I was jealous, I am jealous
No matter how you call out to jealousy
Jealousy does not ever go away



We live with our eyes wide open
Hubert van Zeller

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