She wears the flower print fine cotton scarf
Which almost matches the reddish pink, open-toe sandals
Is he her son, or is he her lover; the laughter suggests an intimacy
The demonstration to all around
Of a certain sort of quintessentially provocative relationship
The strawberry yoghurt is one strawberry strong
& the Americano coffee is steamed through one shot
Of freshly ground and roasted bean
Men, who speak in high voices, surprise me
With their male conversation; that they are father and son
Is my more observant observation.
The young man (with glasses) shows off his sky blue tee shirt
Although I doubt from his complexion
That he has ever been to Buenos Aires, or anywhere else
That the Argentina La Albiceleste logo might suggest
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Sunday 1 November 2015
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
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
Available on Kindle |
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Withdrawn, also exited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
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Withdrawn, also exited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
Available on Kindle |
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
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
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
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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