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Saturday 31 October 2015

Rising

Lost words
Words of umber and ochre
Words of self and ones other self

To wake
With ease of deep contentment
Scribe on softer gentler thoughts

Turn the tides
Of salted water
Into a life of finer scent

Tears and laughter
O breeze
Of breeze

Their promises freed
Seized
With a kiss

What a beautiful day
Dreaming of you
Coming my way

What a beautiful dream
Everything changes
Everything stays the same


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Friday 30 October 2015

Table Time

Where they've been
Where they're going next
Where they have observed

A few snipes at the unfamiliar
But mostly
How people here

Are much the same
As those back home
In New York

Twang
Withdrawn, also exited
Great emphasis wherever

Often with laughter
Yes, and lots of reference
To o my God

Two guys
Sat side by side at table
They also did this yesterday

I wonder
If they spend much time
Travelling onboard inter-city trains

Willow weeps
Slightly wavers in the breeze
No hurry in this life

Except for the swallows
Whose movements are supercharged
With elegant stealth


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Thursday 29 October 2015

On Ones Own

As the old man
Plodding by the silver birch
As the young man
Skipping along the river bank

Engaged by love of self
After, or before
The fall for the love of others

Wind and rain
Strike against the shared umbrella
Two as one at the onset of the summer

Walking sticks and selfless tricks
Take their turn towards the cabaret
Arm in arm the page three lit-chicks
Chase the uniformed blue beret


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Wednesday 28 October 2015

Fresh Shoots

Did  you walk the fired stubble
Of last years corn harvest
Did you stain your bare feet
With the half black dye
Of the sodden black ash

Play another song; any
You care to choose, then
Reminisce as best you can
In Fields of Gold, or down
Highway 61 (revisited)

Did you walk on the downs
Where bare grass opens up
To the chalk substrate below
Did you scribe a sign or symbol
To signify your past and presence

Sing along, to your hearts content
Whistle and yodel if so you wish
Make it no Houses, houses, houses
To be built here, on what was once
England's green and pleasant land


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Tuesday 27 October 2015

Swing

Sat by Infinity Bridge
Eyes cast across the water
Canoeists venture out
Cut through the breeze blown tide