I had a dream this night; I am on my bike,And I hear a deafening noise behind me,A jumbo jet coming in to crash land,So I pedal harderTo get away But then I thinkIt might crash in front of meIt will go faster,But I keep pedallingHarder and harderAs fast as I canDaring not look back.ContinueContinue reading “A waking dream”
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The last carrot?
You opened a packet of heritage seed, It was several years old. You sowed them in the window box, (Not the best start in life). But I began to water And several carrots grew. ———— I could have eaten them After you’d died, But I wanted to keep them. The next year they went toContinueContinue reading “The last carrot?”
Who am I?
============ Why do I drink? Because I want to be a drinker. ——— Why do I work? Because I want to be a worker. ———- Why do I play? Because I want to be a player. ———- Why do I love? =========== Why do I sleep? Because I want to be a sleeper. ———- WhyContinueContinue reading “Who am I?”
Wo soll ich dich suchen?
Plays when I turn on my music box Means – Where should I look for you? ————- I lose my composure. Papers all over the floor Was i composed? I didn’t realise. ————— I wonder how I’d explain myself to the disinterested parties on this miserable foreign train. 20 years And what does that mean?ContinueContinue reading “Wo soll ich dich suchen?”
Stand in the place where I am
—————- If you have visited me You might have been shocked At the state of my home, And my lack of care For your visit. —————— I have been learning That this is not unusual For folk in my situation. —————— You most likely ran away, And won’t come back. —————— But I need you,ContinueContinue reading “Stand in the place where I am”
One starry night
https://open.spotify.com/track/6tqtBSQ0byoeyIdkdYHI1Y?si=bWkM392tSgC6gSBVMLgklg One starry night as I lay sleepingOne starry night as I lay in bedI dreamed I heard wagon wheels a creakingWhen I awoke, my own love had fled I’ll search the highways, likewise the bywaysI’ll search the boreens, the camping places too,I will inquire all of our peopleHave they tide or tidings or sightContinueContinue reading “One starry night”
Your name
Comes to me 1st as I wake But with no reason, It’s just a name, Maybe a feeling? ————- I make myself think About you— And with the pleasure Comes a little pain….. That it takes effort To turn the name ————- Into solid thought, Memory of you. ————— Now tears too, Guilt, Regret. AContinueContinue reading “Your name”
Love.
Tomorrow will be a year since a call from my father in law with news of my wife’s death. I can only describe my love, as in the feeling inside me, as a great, but unwanted resource. There is enough to go round, but no one wants it. The date of the anniversary is anContinueContinue reading “Love.”
Cross dressing
It began with my wife’s socks, Much more cheerful colours than mine. Oh, before that, a sailbag sarong. A questioning of expectation… A re-invention. —————— But I cannot stomach the pretty little pink and turquoise stripes. I wore them for two days, But felt most uncomfortable. And this tshirt is made to accommodate Far moreContinueContinue reading “Cross dressing”
Memories
The memories of which I speak, Are not the ones that live in my head. -There are plenty of those- But the ones that fill cupboards, And boxes, Nooks, And crannies…. —- Which I come across now and then. When putting away the laundry, Or looking for lost things. —— These are scribbles on paperContinueContinue reading “Memories”
Tinned pears
How many wives make their own tinned pears, From pears grown on their husband’s tree? These were a triumph! But this the last jar. Had you been saving it, Or were they just lost beneath our bed? . None of that nasty grape juice here But proper sugar syrup, And strange foreign bodies Of someContinueContinue reading “Tinned pears”
Too difficult
To feel your presence I look for you in the wind I look for you in my thoughts I look for you in the garden And in the bed … And all I find is silence …. I find little signs; The sunflower Which the bird planted Which I was promised would never flower IsContinueContinue reading “Too difficult”
Too easy
Is life; To breathe air To eat and sleep To work and play To talk (I talk too much) …. To sing songs To recite poetry To see beauty To look away To claim God’s care To walk with friends …. All these things are too easy for me. I have missed no meals norContinueContinue reading “Too easy”
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