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Saturday 5 April 2014

Onzekerheden

Nearer to the hurt
Further from the ache
Leave the time to suit
Of patience still to wait
Beyond the mirrored view
Into the smoke and mist
To sit beneath the window
Ease into the drift

In the instant's instant
Sounds, near and far away
Love of all that’s distant
She feel’s though to say
Nearer to the hurt
Further from the ache
Leave the time to suit
Of patience still to wait


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

Friday 4 April 2014

Sexton’s Beast

You gave me something to chase
You bore our child, from a cottage
With a lane down to the sea

If sex is the physical, thank fuck
That we fucked
Yet it’s still the residual that holds me

Unfolds my weaknesses by the shore
Ever to the open door, deploring
My absent moods, how I did brood

The interlude wasn’t seen, a mean
Head for the silver screen, lay back
& be led; be led, let it be said

You gave me something to chase
Your roar along the promenade
A race with indiscriminate pleas

If lust is the miracle, good luck
That we looked
Yet it’s still the indivisible that holds me

Withholds my meekness evermore
Never to restore, scoring
My reticent grooves; how I moved

The certitude isn’t clean, a dream
Stead for the sepia sheen, stay back
That I may be led; be led, let it be said



A poem written after reading Anne Sexton’s poem The Beast


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

Thursday 3 April 2014

Pictures

Entente Cordiale
A sort of dialogue is begun
Backslapping, thin & light
Yet a beginning for all of that

The programme is installing
With what hopes
That the photographs
May be recovered

The database is upgrading

A peace of love
Such fleeting, moving stillness
That brings a facial likeness
To the new morning


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

Wednesday 2 April 2014

Strike Back

In this early hour
Woken by the dawn’s chorus
I feel a lightness
Love comes from many places

I am fond of written words
Yet respect the view
That they are a departure
With the dishonesty

Of being quietly considered
Not spoken, in the rush
Of conversation; their
Stillness hides the passions

That might erupt, which
Have erupted in the past
Slower words are a safer haven
Yet still so full of absoluteness


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

Tuesday 1 April 2014

Unjust

His body was bruised, and distorted
His friend took back the large, green
Two-hundred and fifty pound note
That he was about to lend him

I was in questioning mode
Already though I had condemned him
He didn’t look good
I didn’t feel good

This is how a father dreams
Of his son
After reading the first chapter
Of A Road Less Travelled

For I did abandon him
I was short on love in his direction
& now I don’t know where to start
To make things any better


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