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Wednesday, 8 June 2022

A few lines

A few lines

Before meditation

Before bathing


It is Christmas Day

Chocolate wrappers

Point to last night’s indulgence


That Raymond Hurley

Plays on the stereo

Says something also


Not that peace and goodwill

Are ever frowned upon

But today, well…


For some it is a trip to the beach

Even a dip in the sea


But for me it is the pen, the paper

The sweets, oh yes, and a pot of tea 


Tuesday, 7 June 2022

My mind rotates, it always has

 My mind rotates, it always has

With an urgency, a desire

For a swift completeness

Of the business at hand


The buzzing bee defeats all hope

Of quiet contemplative writing

Where ample time would be taken

For reflection and deeper consideration


No, it must be done quickly

It must be put out there

Before it is anywhere near fully formed

The energy of the moment must dominate


This hectic, hurried, muddled approach

To words is my gift

It is what I must give to you

Straightaway



Monday, 6 June 2022

There is a love, if love it is

There is a love, if love it is

Which contradicts my thoughts

That trips me up, repeatedly


That love should distort

Or distract our imaginations

To gift pain intertwined with pleasure


Yes; over seas, over mountains

Feelings leap and bound

Taking all, or taking nothing


Yet I will wait, and wait

For such joy is for conquering

Such hope is unforgettable


There is love, if love it is

Which catches us out

Hits us, straight on and sideways 


Sunday, 5 June 2022

That I have many chairs

That I have many chairs

To choose to sit in

And many books

In which to write


That I have these opportunities

As I listen to one of 19,800 songs

Says much about my need

To wallpaper over the doubts


Or you might say

To help me focus on the position

To dispel my thoughts

Through concentration on the certainties


Would that I could half-believe it

But for I being I, I alone know

There are frailties

And we do need to seek them out 


Saturday, 4 June 2022

I stand

I stand

I stand there

As only I may remember

As only you may recall


I stand

Looking both ways

Wondering

Which way to go


I stand

Outside your window

Knowing, that this time

This time will stay with me


That the years

Only intensify

The unknowingness

Of life