Postlip

The thin clouds, slide
At a real pace, across
The nights full moon

The flames, from the
Log fire, flicker, and glow
And again flicker, and glow

The music is of the East
Filled with evocations
Memories of lazy old love

The morning clock ticks
Slowly, and deliberately, looking
Down on the unlit table lamp

The light outside is breaking
Out of those depths of undiluted
Darkness that were clear, clear space

The kettle boils, it is time
For the first cup of tea of the day
Also to write, about past pleasantries

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Pine

Such sadness sleeps
I take a leaf
Place them one by one
In the quiet corner
You wouldn’t know
I couldn’t make it so
Through the corridor
Of late autumn’s trees

Then I turned to dance
Why not take a chance
Romance has always
Served me so well
Curved bare heads
Out in the reaches
Feel the rainfall
Flood the breaches

I hear the song
I read the lyric book
I hang on, to all those
Hooks you ever gave me
It was a time
Way beyond the sublime
A time so kind
Even now it’s on my mind

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Only Between

Only when I have nothing do I search for nothing
Only when I have love do I search for love

Only when I have nothing do I find nothing
Only when I have love do I find love

Only when I have nothing do I lose nothing
Only when I have love do I lose love

Between the searching, the finding, and the losing
We move in, and out of the nothingness

Between the searching, the finding, and the losing
We move in, and out of the loving

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Odds On

Swans
Cut through
The rippled surface

Geese
Fly V form
In the sombre sky

Windmill
Blades amble
To the tipping point

Railway
Carriages roll
Over conversations

Partake
Of the pink laced sky
Sipping the winners pink champagne

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Meds 13

Old arguments surfaced
Though only superficial
I wrote an unsigned dedication
Quietened the internal voices

All that time without a position
Then to find myself, striking out
Saying what to adopt, what to avoid
Which of the bear-traps to beware of

And under the moonlight
To single out the moon
And stars, and clouds, and sky, and to name
The embers images, in the fire grate

Today - this day, this morning
Will be unlike almost any other
Except that I will breathe mindful
And ask others to do the same

The last coach on the last train
Will set off into the dusk of sunset
It will have been a very good time
For quiet helloes, and sad, sad goodbyes

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