A car goes down the drive
It is six in the morning
Is my elderly neighbour well
Has his grandson found a new job
Is the world everywhere
Slowly awakening, preparing
For a new dawn
A fresh light over the horizon
There is a stillness, a calm
Carried by the darkness
It is as if a secret is being shared
As you might have done
In the junior school playground
With your new best friend
You might even have whispered
No point now then to go back to bed
You have an early doctors appointment
In an hour or so; when the water is warm
You can take a bath
Have a few minutes of blissful release
As you submerge yourself
Physically, and metaphorically
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
Wednesday 28 February 2018
Tuesday 27 February 2018
Tether (End Of)
I am no good with pain
I do not bear it well
I am not fond of suffering
I am absolutely no saint
My current dilemma
Is that the longer I sleep
The more painful my shoulder
When I wake
It’s like a good night out
The better the evening
The more joyfully inebriated
The fiercer the hangover
Or with matters of love
The deeper one throws oneself in
The harsher the heartache
Upon dissolution, upon closure
I know I should be grateful
I am grateful, for the good times
Yet, in the black of this night
I do not take to pain too easily
I do not bear it well
I am not fond of suffering
I am absolutely no saint
My current dilemma
Is that the longer I sleep
The more painful my shoulder
When I wake
It’s like a good night out
The better the evening
The more joyfully inebriated
The fiercer the hangover
Or with matters of love
The deeper one throws oneself in
The harsher the heartache
Upon dissolution, upon closure
I know I should be grateful
I am grateful, for the good times
Yet, in the black of this night
I do not take to pain too easily
Monday 26 February 2018
Facsimiles II
Choose your music carefully
Or randomly
One is for explorations, triggers
To something new for appreciation
The other is for contemplations, backdrops
To soak into, to dwell among
Ok, so you’ve gone with Arvo Pärt
Da Pacem (Estonian Philharmonic 2006)
So sit still, at least for fifteen minutes
Let the choral voices wash over you
Yes, you may tell me
Of the pink/red/rust coloured leaves
Flickering in the breeze
Beneath November’s blue blue sky
Or you may close your eyes
Recall the deep sleep
Which you were woken from
By a soft touch to your brow
You might even visualise
Monochrome, or mute blue
Or vast aubergine sunsets
Alive with visceral orange
Or randomly
One is for explorations, triggers
To something new for appreciation
The other is for contemplations, backdrops
To soak into, to dwell among
Ok, so you’ve gone with Arvo Pärt
Da Pacem (Estonian Philharmonic 2006)
So sit still, at least for fifteen minutes
Let the choral voices wash over you
Yes, you may tell me
Of the pink/red/rust coloured leaves
Flickering in the breeze
Beneath November’s blue blue sky
Or you may close your eyes
Recall the deep sleep
Which you were woken from
By a soft touch to your brow
You might even visualise
Monochrome, or mute blue
Or vast aubergine sunsets
Alive with visceral orange
Sunday 25 February 2018
Facsimiles I
How to replicate
How to create
Stillness, silence
Peace
Engagement
Find one window
Note all, yes everything
Which you see there
Come, and go
At various
Times of day
In all kinds
Of weather
Let your mood be
As it is
As it wishes
As it finds itself
Zoom in
Zoom out
Describe the leaves
Of leaves
As being what you see
How to create
Stillness, silence
Peace
Engagement
Find one window
Note all, yes everything
Which you see there
Come, and go
At various
Times of day
In all kinds
Of weather
Let your mood be
As it is
As it wishes
As it finds itself
Zoom in
Zoom out
Describe the leaves
Of leaves
As being what you see
Saturday 24 February 2018
Sex
Black; A touching you didn’t know existed (John Berger)
Of course John, black and sex
How could you not think of them together
Why, didn’t we all get married in black suits
And go to raucous society do’s in black ties
Don’t modern girls crave a little black dress
And just how far is it John
From parading our wanton sexuality
(In whatever black robes we can muster)
To where black suggests something stronger
About desire, passion, negligence, indulgence
Is that why she screamed at you John
Had the black taken you a little too far
Of course John, black and sex
How could you not think of them together
Why, didn’t we all get married in black suits
And go to raucous society do’s in black ties
Don’t modern girls crave a little black dress
And just how far is it John
From parading our wanton sexuality
(In whatever black robes we can muster)
To where black suggests something stronger
About desire, passion, negligence, indulgence
Is that why she screamed at you John
Had the black taken you a little too far
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