Indeed
I sit on the beech
To look across at you
Others arrive
A few words are spoken
There are finer hours
Yet this one
It is the one
That you captured
It is the one
We might all remember
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Sunday 31 July 2016
Temeraire
So now I see you
Indeed
I sit on the beech
To look across at you
Others arrive
A few words are spoken
There are finer hours
Yet this one
It is the one
That you captured
It is the one
We might all remember
Indeed
I sit on the beech
To look across at you
Others arrive
A few words are spoken
There are finer hours
Yet this one
It is the one
That you captured
It is the one
We might all remember
Saturday 30 July 2016
Scottish Songs
Fight
And
Optimism
And
Not all lament
And
Everybody sees
And
Is in a different way
And
Optimism
And
Not all lament
And
Everybody sees
And
Is in a different way
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Friday 29 July 2016
Breath Of Air
The quiet sea
Is in the next room
Behind the dividing wall
Hidden from my view, as I sit
On this wooden contemporary seat
Listening to whispered conversations
Listening to, meditating; feeling the flow
Of the colder air, from the air-conditioning
One wonders
That it is not sprinkled
With the scent of salt, or the blood
Of mackerel, or the smouldering slag-heaps
Of coal, or the miasma of war, or the shipwrecks
Caught by oil on canvas in the artists London studio
One might also ask
Why do I write, while my
Friends study the paintings
Why do I write, when I specifically
Came here, to be immersed in the art
Is in the next room
Behind the dividing wall
Hidden from my view, as I sit
On this wooden contemporary seat
Listening to whispered conversations
Listening to, meditating; feeling the flow
Of the colder air, from the air-conditioning
One wonders
That it is not sprinkled
With the scent of salt, or the blood
Of mackerel, or the smouldering slag-heaps
Of coal, or the miasma of war, or the shipwrecks
Caught by oil on canvas in the artists London studio
One might also ask
Why do I write, while my
Friends study the paintings
Why do I write, when I specifically
Came here, to be immersed in the art
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Thursday 28 July 2016
A Little Sitting
Breakfast was a cold buffet affair, continental as it is so called, so I am told, in more exploitative places.
I am reminded of the German, three-storey, three-family house, where we stayed when working at Hannover Fair.
Sun-bleached grasses decorate the gentleman’s urinals. I have no second point of reference on this occasion, it has been a quiet life.
A photograph of Queen Victoria looks out across the garden. She would have no need of the Japanese fan today.
It is quite truly an oasis of calm; beneath the worlds busiest flight path, besides the Dockland's Lightest Railway.
I am reminded of the German, three-storey, three-family house, where we stayed when working at Hannover Fair.
Sun-bleached grasses decorate the gentleman’s urinals. I have no second point of reference on this occasion, it has been a quiet life.
A photograph of Queen Victoria looks out across the garden. She would have no need of the Japanese fan today.
It is quite truly an oasis of calm; beneath the worlds busiest flight path, besides the Dockland's Lightest Railway.
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Wednesday 27 July 2016
Royal Foundation of St. Katherine
16:58
Tall Windows
Aircraft overhead
Distant traffic altercations
My feet are tired with the walking
Although on this day
We have much further yet to walk
We had lunch at the Italian restaurant
Sated, we soon had had enough
Of the afternoon shopping expedition
Under my skin I feel resounding warmth
A buzz that comes
From a few quiet moments in the chapel
My football team went and lost again today
I expect the managers head may soon roll
Yet tomorrow
We will all catch our trains home
Tall Windows
Aircraft overhead
Distant traffic altercations
My feet are tired with the walking
Although on this day
We have much further yet to walk
We had lunch at the Italian restaurant
Sated, we soon had had enough
Of the afternoon shopping expedition
Under my skin I feel resounding warmth
A buzz that comes
From a few quiet moments in the chapel
My football team went and lost again today
I expect the managers head may soon roll
Yet tomorrow
We will all catch our trains home
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| available on kindle |
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