Watch the leaves on the trees
What better to do
Watch grey skies increase
Away from the blue
Watch lover’s words permeate
What better to do
Watch hope slowly decrease
Away from the you
Watch the afternoon move on
What better to do
Watch war turn to peace
Away from the new
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
Tuesday 30 January 2018
Monday 29 January 2018
BBB Poem 79
Autumn light
Emerging First And Last Of Love
From a mist covered pink-red sun
They said
This is how the world will end
With such violent winds, such visceral skies
And so you sit, sit and watch, sit
And listen to the whistle, sit
And listen, listen to the shaking timbers
And so I sit and write, I sit
And write some more, I sit
Until I hear someone knocking at the door
Emerging First And Last Of Love
From a mist covered pink-red sun
They said
This is how the world will end
With such violent winds, such visceral skies
And so you sit, sit and watch, sit
And listen to the whistle, sit
And listen, listen to the shaking timbers
And so I sit and write, I sit
And write some more, I sit
Until I hear someone knocking at the door
Sunday 28 January 2018
BBB Poem 78
Autumn sun
Light which I don’t recall seeing before
Pink orange in the sky
Highlight light orange on the carpet
And in between
Those ninety-three million miles
How many faces to smile upon
Autumnal sky
As yesterday you caught me
Looking through the farmhouse window
For the moment of peak experience
And in between
Those hundred miles or so
From one county to another
Autumn night
A darkness which I am not used to
Flashlights and tall shadows
Adults as children at play
And in between
The public house and the private house
The joviality is continued
Light which I don’t recall seeing before
Pink orange in the sky
Highlight light orange on the carpet
And in between
Those ninety-three million miles
How many faces to smile upon
Autumnal sky
As yesterday you caught me
Looking through the farmhouse window
For the moment of peak experience
And in between
Those hundred miles or so
From one county to another
Autumn night
A darkness which I am not used to
Flashlights and tall shadows
Adults as children at play
And in between
The public house and the private house
The joviality is continued
Saturday 27 January 2018
BBB Poem 77
I don’t know this house at all
Other than I am told
It once was a store for calamine
I don’t know the colour on the wall
Other than it was sold
In the county’s interior decorator store
I listened in to last night’s conversation
If I may be so bold
I was only half-way to the Buddhist view
I heard arguments go to and fro
For and against; warm and cold
I was only half-way with the antagonist
I drink my tea, slow and sure
Looking out of the window
A clearer day; more light ahead
I drink my tea as I write these words
Thinking of walks on which to go
A calm for now, a future to second-guess
Other than I am told
It once was a store for calamine
I don’t know the colour on the wall
Other than it was sold
In the county’s interior decorator store
I listened in to last night’s conversation
If I may be so bold
I was only half-way to the Buddhist view
I heard arguments go to and fro
For and against; warm and cold
I was only half-way with the antagonist
I drink my tea, slow and sure
Looking out of the window
A clearer day; more light ahead
I drink my tea as I write these words
Thinking of walks on which to go
A calm for now, a future to second-guess
Friday 26 January 2018
BBB Poem 76
Step by step by step by step
I can hear the water now
Let the victories be on parade
I can see the rockfall now
Step by step by step by step
I can feel the glory now
Let the semaphores say the same
I can see the footfall now
Step by step by step by step
I can touch the morning now
Let the articulate show the way
I can see the snowfall now
I can hear the water now
Let the victories be on parade
I can see the rockfall now
Step by step by step by step
I can feel the glory now
Let the semaphores say the same
I can see the footfall now
Step by step by step by step
I can touch the morning now
Let the articulate show the way
I can see the snowfall now
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