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Sunday 30 November 2014

Wired-Less

Sheer excitement
Let me name it laudable (or laughable)
Excited by a telephone number
With a recognisable area code

What right have I
Still to make connections
Are you there?
Is anybody there

The black and white keys
Stroked with such certainty
Sure of a lighter mood, yet
Mindful of a minor refrain

As the hall doorway opens
All cobwebs are dusted
By the flight of her body
In search of the handset


Saturday 29 November 2014

Faith Wrap

Into and out of the darkness
Only briefly to sidle up
To the edge-lines of paranoia

Still to search out beauty
In the scentless black tulip
Still to wonder on truth
In the words of named poets

Into, again into, the pleasures
All hours to dream & daydream
On sounds of pianos and minarets


Friday 28 November 2014

Past Present Echoes

All to hear
The ears ring
The wind blows
The pen scrapes the paper
The only connection
Is within

Within these words
Words only of our pasts
Our present futures
Where do they go to
My lovely

All to hear
The ears ring quietens
The wind blows louder
The pen pauses for breath
The only connection
Remains within


Thursday 27 November 2014

Trains And Thoughts And Dames

I woke at six to be with you
To be with you in spirit
In spirit as you travelled
Travelled to your friends

I woke fair slow to leave
To leave the dreams of you
Dreams of you quietly giving me
Giving me your telephone number

I could call
I could text
We could engage
In simple conversation

For after all
Whatever’s next
If all we maintain
Is self preservation

Home at seven to write of you
To write of you on your cold 
On your cold dark journey

From seven to eleven quite how to say to you
Quite how to say to you, thanks for giving me
Thanks for giving me your telephone number


Wednesday 26 November 2014

Forgetful

Free from intrusion
Able to write
Read
Listen

Take myself off
Into that other place
A journey
Eased by welcome

Eyes closed
Posture restful
Spreadeagled
Without defence

Warm paths
Just before autumn
The love of I love you
On sand and...no

I cannot bring
The word to mind
This happens
More often now

If only the Machair scanned
That would have got me off the hook

...flotsam ...jetsam ...surf
...shingle
Grass or pampas, pray please help me

It was all along the five mile road
Between tar-macadam and sea
The dunes, yes that’s it, the dunes

Don’t you remember
I ran down them and fell
I was totally exhilarated

Some called it love