The body of a woman
Full on in her beauty
Given to us
Entirely unobscured
By a font maker
Monday 31 August 2015
Sunday 30 August 2015
Observation Duty
He waves his arms
Steps about
Turns in circles
Points, with a vengeance
His attire
Grey slacks, brown coat
Gives no suggestion
To his energetic gesticulations
Although the red shoulder bag
Seems a tad out of place
Perhaps he is the drop
Awaiting his instructions
I look up
At first think him gone, then
I notice that he is on the move
Unfolding a paper notelet
Saturday 29 August 2015
09:42
In the squeeze of suburbia
One might struggle to find beauty
Yet just catch the warm smiles
Of children, parents & grandparents
Oblivious to the ugly overhung buildings
Shored up beside the rail-track
Instead they laugh
As the tunnel’s darkness falls
Friday 28 August 2015
Scape
One would be
Thankful
In the good light
Pensive
In the half mist
Calm
Under still clouds
In love
With the essence
Thursday 27 August 2015
Short On Interconnection
In this darkness we rattle
All are separate, divided
I do not know
The man beside me
He does not know
How in this darkness I see
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