Seeing through to pray

Mist

Morning around dawn

Waters edge ripple

Moorhens dip, swans neck’s flip

Springs nature ramble trip

Before the morning tipple

Mist, silver grey, early day

Fields of hay, curds and whey, mist

Morning

Dawning around daylight

Shafts of light, lover’s flight

Losing sight, ever might

A little tight

Drizzle another tipple

Mist, smoky haze, early days

Funny ways, window bays, mist

Waters edge ripple

Scattered pebbles and tickled trout

Vibrating pulsating waves, waves about

Echoes shout; ale and stout, ale and stout

Cast a clout

Undress and pour another tipple

Mist, white noise, kick and poise

Slick Latin boys, big girl’s toys, mist

Moorhens dip, swan neck’s flip

Underneath, above, below as above

Preening dove, fallen love

Push and shove

Form a queue

Queuing for another tipple

Mist, sea frets and cloud covered sunsets

Place your bets, take the test, mist

Springs nature ramble trip

Refreshing souls feeding salvation

Wonderment creation, the crosses station

Exceeding expectation, tingling sensation

Tipping at Temptation Lake

Aching for another tipple

Mist, fuddled mind, blinded from behind

Forgotten kind, clocks to wind, mist

Before the morning tipple

Last night’s wasted way

Yesterday’s forgotten day

Job gone, no more pay

House lost, no where to stay

Except for another tipple, oh pray

Mist

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I forget

Our love has now departed

It lies there, the living dead

I forget how it started

Was it said, or left unsaid

It’s time for moving on

It lies there, left to fester

I forget how to start

Was it a now, or later on

It’s not a new beginning

It lies there, begun before

I forget the lines and timing

Was it, have you been no more

It’s weird, just not to know

It lies there, untouched

I forget spontaneous smiles

Was it forged, for all who flushed

It’s floating on grey clouds

It lies there, like the drizzle rain

I forget springtime sunshine

Was it grey, in the evermore of pain

It’s taking your turn always

It lies there, waiting on

I forgot, I forget

I am, moving on

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Talking

It used to be so easy to make the call

So easy to start the talking

Space here for several years of failing love

But now talking of what

Small talk to just keep talking

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Watercombe; Thirteen years and more ago

And today in my mind I am revisiting

Just for you, oh, and also for me

I came to this place

Almost twenty three months ago

Then, as now, the sky was blue

The river tumbled and splashed

Like a poet planted

Some time before the snow

Blue, blue, big blue Friday afternoon

Beside the lonely, the only one, the River Erme

In between the then and now

Turbulence has been maintained

Turbulent mind, turbulent body

Turbulent health, turbulent wealth

From landing to leaving

Things were fluid and rolling

My head was full of love, my body was tired or alive

I was ill, I was well, I was poor, I was paid

The sheep graze these windswept moors

Lambs born amongst the driving rain

Alongside the gorse and the reeds

A crop cut grass pleads to grow

Those crazy beasts keep on mowing

There love-stock are dropped and fawned

Where it’s rough it’s ready

Why should we ever misconceive

And the bleat breaks

That waterfall of springtime silence

Alone amongst a thousand acres

Chasing after mother, after mother nature

No more whingeing or whining

Springtime springs once again

In a world beyond the shoulder

Whatever we can believe, she can give more

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Reaping Rake

Your lips were shielded

My attempted kiss was fielded

I was at mid-on, you were in the deep

Have you lost the ache

Or did I make a mistake

Was another known, sown to reap

Your lips were dry

My finger tips did try

I was in a spot; you were playing a sideways shot

Have you lost the ache

Or did you make, on purpose take

A solemn aplomb chastity vow

Your body wandered

My advances squandered

I was seeping, you were wicket-keeping

Have you lost the ache

Or were you playing the long game

No time for a quick one, as slow coming she came

Your last defence was tested

Tip of tongue, engaging, redemption rested

Your lips moist to wet, tongue tip nest and set

Was it lust or just a mistake

Afterwards you, did you ache

One more fallen swollen reaping rake

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