Third Morning

It is the grey mist that wraps itself

Around our borrowed houses

It is the cold air that enters through

Our closed and open windows

It is the time that will bring back

The blue sky and the sunlight

It is all of these and more

Perhaps

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Adhere

Three young girls

Eight older people

Who all want to be

In love with the one

Who so slavishly

Applies red lipstick

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Vulture

One of you said I would look good in green

But it was to be many years before I saw

The pullover in an Amsterdam window

Another of you said it was the colour and texture

Of the grass-plain, in the museum quarter

And would be inordinately expensive

One of us didn’t visit this city; I often reflect on

That being a part of one of our heritages

Another us, we came together, I rather imagine

I wait for you both; you, my past and present

Incarnates; in love with two women, one

Now and one a somewhat distant memory

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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KL 1490

It is the simplicity, there to make one more attractive

In this case a cloth belt, wrapped twice around the waistline

Just sufficient, to create the outline of the female form

Adding to the beauty of this world everlasting

The flight represents the spread of nations, humanity

On the move. We question the goodness of people

I am inclined to think more good, maybe many more

Kate is inclined to think less good, maybe many more less

Beside me the passenger reads 

Chapter XIII of William and the Ancient...

We do not share conversation. I write these few words

To remind me of a Saturday morning, the first in April

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Overdone

I didn’t go to meditation

I didn’t go on a spiritual retreat

I didn’t have a soothing massage

Nor have reflexology for my feet

Mostly I did nothing, nothing

Neither in nor out of doors

I didn’t go big city shopping

Nor set-to, on washing the floors

First plans fell by the wayside

Taking the wind out of our sails

Snowfall and the fearful frost fright

Forced the horse-racing off the rails

We did drive out into the country

For a pale ale and pub pie lunch

We walked through the graveyard

To hear our footfalls crisply crunch

I didn’t offer up much excitement

My conversations so slow to start

I hope I didn’t mean to mislead you

Your place is firmly in my heart

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book and audio cd from  poetryshop