Like a building block in life’s creation I gesture for the train It keeps on going – faster even as it draws ever closer – then… Whoosh! It’s gone – I stand in solace what now but wait for time to pass It seems like an eternity I sit and think and sit… and sit […]
Month: January 2019
Naomi
Deepened feelings saddened faces lost success in lonely places a winner’s mood in far off spaces humility and youthful graces it is her time achievement fated from childhood for this she’s waited emotion lost emotion found fifteen thousand in the round a trophy – heavy – hard to carry ergo will do well to tarry […]
Brexit…
I was publishing another poem when I thought I may have neglected those who like to hear and read prose from time to time. As I sit here Down Under, on Australia Day, my thoughts go to Theresa May, who may think she hasn’t a friend in the world.
Our own fascination
Whilst standing on the promenade a pod of toothed whales is seen on the beach – elsewhere a dam is giving birth to a foal the mortal mind within man shouts aloud from the pier preying to Him for an eternal soul the croc feeds on cattle the hippo capsizes a boat – there’s surprise […]
faces
the expressionless face hides behind the door – her elbows and knees fall below to the floor the expressionate face the centre of now – his body and soul climbing high from the bough the facade takes the place of the expressionless face and picks herself up by the door from the floor the centre […]
Fuss and Nonsense
Fuss and Nonsense went to the bay leaving Grumpy and Difficult at home to stay they went to sit down on the beach on the sand until Fuss said to Nonsense; I’d much rather stand Nonsense misheard what Fuss had to say and sat on the sand on the beach at the bay Fuss turned […]
a poem
I have to print it out to break it down I have to read again to understand I separate the lines to see them flow and build a construct and watch it grow If everyanything* can be done and we make a life from one block – two then somebody’s something we grow to behold […]
The grandfather’s chair
Whenever I sit in the grandfather’s chair I dream what I wish for – that you would be there in a disorganised muddle – I fuddle about stumbling on affection – tripping on doubt yet in your eyes I see a girl – sweet and serene – as if you’re careening – I canoodle and […]
Up or down?
just when a ‘we’ becomes ill-defined we look up to the valley and down to the sky just when an ‘us’ hides behind a facade we look behind the horizon and beyond the yard and we find a ‘why’ and a ‘what’ and a ‘when’ and a ‘how’ as we stumble and fumble to reach […]
gambolling
hop to it; he says romping bounding and bouncing springing into the water gambolling from grass a frolic – your frisky when dancing and prancing others have left – cavorting – we’re last when others fail to do what can be done making nothing of something and neglecting the one playing and leaping and splashing […]
sensualism 