Ahead of me a young man, good looking, emerges
slipping silently from behind a tall back gate.
Crosses the road and just as silently disappears behind another
... ah, but if he had, he surely would have been more furtive, more dishevelled?
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
Friday 26 August 2011
Thursday 25 August 2011
Before I get up
The uneven hiss and faint murmur,
occasional single spot plink,
informs me I will need boots today.
occasional single spot plink,
informs me I will need boots today.
Wednesday 24 August 2011
Mistakes happen
Misread the clock.
Up and dressed before I realised it was four not five.
This time a lack of careful observation
Oh well.
Up and dressed before I realised it was four not five.
This time a lack of careful observation
Oh well.
Tuesday 23 August 2011
Decision time
A need, next week, to write, not type, sets me to wondering what’s best.
I like the fine convenience of propelling pencils
but words too quickly smudge to illegible.
Asked my daughter, who recommends fine-liner felt tips,
remember that roller balls can be so smooth,
and that biros are best not the cheapest
and realise I need to go to Staples.
Monday 22 August 2011
Not cricket
Overripe plums, mostly red, some grey with mould,
scatter-patterned across the lawn
less than successfully bowled from the branches above.
Sunday 21 August 2011
Geese again
Even more briefly, no more than a glimpse,
dissension resolved, two dozen or more,
in chevron, pass close by my window.
Saturday 20 August 2011
Briefly
The geese down by the unseen river,
greet the golden dawn
with what sounds like group dissension.
greet the golden dawn
with what sounds like group dissension.
Friday 19 August 2011
Misunderstood
Those sparrows, mentioned on the sixteenth,
I realise now, were not excited by the pond,
just on their lunch-hour.
I realise now, were not excited by the pond,
just on their lunch-hour.
Thursday 18 August 2011
Just now - 05.39
Briefly, for a moment, from the colour
the sky old fashioned blotting paper
and the clouds blue-black Quink ink
Wednesday 17 August 2011
Waking thoughts, having read in one sitting yesterday.
Picked up from ‘Help the Aged’
a book the blurb for which implies it’s teenage sex.
But it turns out to be multi-levelled;
much more on family and the damage they unwittingly do
and the cloying, clutching nature of a friendship based dishonestly on guilt.
Tuesday 16 August 2011
Watched while eating lunch
A dozen or more delinquent adolescent sparrows
dart dizzily from fence to trellis to hedge,
seemingly made giddy by the recent weed-cleared pond.
dart dizzily from fence to trellis to hedge,
seemingly made giddy by the recent weed-cleared pond.
Monday 15 August 2011
On getting up at 5 a.m.
First impression through square window,
custard sky beyond the night-dark trees,
so that’s what the raucous solitary seagull
was on about just now.
custard sky beyond the night-dark trees,
so that’s what the raucous solitary seagull
was on about just now.
Sunday 14 August 2011
Sod's law and stains
Is it that we never spill red wine on the crimson tablecloths,
or just that it doesn't show, as it does upon the creamy-beige?
or just that it doesn't show, as it does upon the creamy-beige?
Saturday 13 August 2011
Flo's toes
Three and a half, she notices a damaged toenail.
Sits down, puts foot in mouth and repairs it with her teeth.
Not knowing that one day such action won't be possible.
Sits down, puts foot in mouth and repairs it with her teeth.
Not knowing that one day such action won't be possible.
Friday 12 August 2011
drugged
Observation lacking totally today
I am reading the sixth in the Lymond series
maybe for the sixth time
but I cannot put it down.
I am reading the sixth in the Lymond series
maybe for the sixth time
but I cannot put it down.
Thursday 11 August 2011
On my way to buy a morning paper #4
Pink neon reflected on the fish and chip shop tiles,
and again across the puddled tarmac of the car park,
a fractured, trailing Isadora Duncan chiffon scarf.
Wednesday 10 August 2011
Although not cold enough
My slightly blurred reflection in the darkness of the double glazing,
the blackness of the frantic trees against the pewter sky,
gloomily presage November.
Tuesday 9 August 2011
Deceived, deceiving
Winter ice blue sky confirmed by early morning freshness –
and yet it IS still August
Sunday 7 August 2011
7th: New-made elder sister
And Flo becomes a middle child:
vivid, argumentative,
logic unsurpassable
and forehead clear.
6th: Nine days old
Stupidly surprising,
skinniness of limbs,
bleared blue-grey wisdom.
mouth’s silent enunciation.
5th.: Nurture or nature
Connie so competent:
five years of parenting,
or the mix of her genes?
4th: Journey south
Clouds high, light and almost blue,
ever-present promise that the sun’s about to shine:
nevertheless there’s non-stop rain
which lasts for hours and hours.
Thursday 4 August 2011
Momentary visual dislocation
Slightly late arising
and a shock to see November fog
at a fourth of August dawn.
Wednesday 3 August 2011
superfluous
Do we really need a twice-daily rag and bone man,
abbreviated shouting incoherent
and on foot?
abbreviated shouting incoherent
and on foot?
Tuesday 2 August 2011
Lunch with ex-colleagues
1.
Sociability, despite enjoyment, can be exhausting,
unlike the communing of loved and like-minded.Sociability, despite enjoyment, can be exhausting,
2.
Purporting to tell a tale against herself
she draws attention to her skinny arse.
Monday 1 August 2011
Changes of direction and time
Rain spattering the kitchen window
tells me the wind has changed
from north to south.
I doubt the friend I will meet today
(not seen for twenty-five years)
has changed so drastically
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