Views & Desires

I am impatient

I have no time for this poetry dressed up as art

Yet I know for sure it is just a time thing

That with a clearer head I would absorb it fully

I would even turn to talk of love

Though I have never yet been able to talk of love

As finely as that fair old Mr Robin Robertson

I am impatient

I have no time for sitting and waiting

Yet I know for sure that once on board

The ferry time will pass even more slowly

That only then will I be able to look back

On that idyllic cottage by the stream

Somewhere on the way to Ullapool

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Findhorn Forest

In the shade of the pine

With pebbles and sand at my feet 

I sit on the log barrier to have my photograph taken

Kate somehow manages, just after noon

To bring the flash into action

It was clever she says later

To the accompaniment of beating drums

The pine brush carries it's own random patterns

Rings of the sawn log gives its age, the time of life

Before it became a new human support venture

Times, and places run their course

Where once there was unfettered imagination

Coupled with a freedom of will there is now ageing

Rituals with repetition which in turn lead to decay

We are all  in need of the search for a new beginning

A new motivation; but it is no longer sufficient, only

To paint the words of grace and patience

Onto machine made porcelain mugs

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Findhorn

The dust of previous occupancy

Smothers any possibility

Of individual reckoning

Like a swathe of blankets

Thick in felt and embroidery

The weight of others is overbearing

Yet this place

Names itself

The centre for community

I wonder

Why do I feel so estranged

I determine to retreat to the pebble beach

Take solace with the solitary fisherman

Cast my cares to the clouds

Throw my woes on the rolling sea

The talk turns

To Finnish-lodges

In the heart of the forest

A place to sauna

& swim

Au natural

That sounds

More like

An engagement with life to me

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Truly Lost

He was in a city outskirts shop doorway
Head in his hands he sat befuddled
The drink had hold of him
He clutched his navy blue carrier bag

No amount of explanation
Could he take in, on this night
This night
That was only yet in late afternoon

I won't ever see him again
Neither wonder at his whereabouts
Except through these few sparse words
Adios amigo

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Van Mildert’s Portrait

At first I thought of it as a week of my life

Without a single memory 

I sat in the cathedral and pondered

Did I not go on to the rooftop

Was it not possible to look down on the prison

Are these simply, a nowadays, imagination

I am more certain

Of a formidable figure hung high

In the university dining halls

He was overlooking

Indeed overpowering the diners

As they sat in the refectory

As they stumbled through their lunch

As they remained, strangers one and all

Who left my life, without a single memory

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