Category Archives: Writing

If Only

IF ONLY

If only life were
More like one we envision
We do what we can

Spectacles

There was once a man who had a remarkable pair of spectacles, rather like Reactolite Rapides except that, like a mood ring, they changed their colour according to his feelings of the moment. When sad, all the world would appear in the colours of sadness; when fearful, in the colours of fear; when angry, in the colours of anger; when contented, in the colours of joy.

He could make no sense of these varied colourings which would not stay still. He had no success in trying to understand why the world kept changing in this way. He suspected that his spectacles might be the cause of the mystery, but every time he took them off to look at them they were, of course, completely clear.

Midas Well (And Why Not?)

MIDAS WELL (AND WHY NOT?)

Say yes to life’s joys
Inexhaustible riches
So be round, not sharp

Brass Tacks

BRASS TACKS

Am I as I seem?
Remove the external glaze
Are you as you seem?

Time On Our Hands

TIME ON OUR HANDS

Emptiness, fullness
Busy, bored stiff, overwhelmed
Simply states of mind

The Hours

THE HOURS

Embrace or deny
Inevitable ticktock
There is no escape

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Charlie Haden died on Friday. Long may his music live on.
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End Times

END TIMES

Hold fire! Mukti’s rickety rickshaw
Holds its breath a moment, pauses in suspense,
Gasps, gulps, shudders and shambles one day more
Bent upon what uncertain comeuppance?

What deadly quagmires lurk around us
As faulty torches, barely flickering,
Leave us stalking fears, while dreams caress us
Beneath steel towers, looming, uncaring?

Surreptitious glances scan each shadow,
Meet only with mirrors too fogged to read
And whereof, pray, this breath? Above? Below?
Which blurred each image, then blindness decreed?

After the abandon of summertime
Comes winter’s burning breathtaking horror.
Bully boys preparing fresh pits of lime.
Hear them sniggering in the corridor.

Indiscretion

INDISCRETION

Let’s simplify things
Tomorrow complicates them
But tonight is ours

Billet-Doux

BILLET-DOUX

I get the message
But can I interpret it?
Now that’s the question

Across The Seas

ACROSS THE SEAS

What a shame
We cannot share
A glass or two
Together

And drink
To nothing in particular
And everything in general
Except on line

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