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The Collector

THE COLLECTOR

When you talk
The air becomes filled with butterflies
And while you talk
…………………….Surreptitiously
I catch them in my hands
And put them gently in my pocket
And when I leave you
I go home
Take them gently from my pocket
And arrange them
…………………….Like this
On a piece of paper
So that when you find out what I am doing
And no longer let them loose when I am there
I can come home
…………………….And remember …

The Collector

THE COLLECTOR

When you talk
The air becomes filled with butterflies
And while you talk
…………………….Surreptitiously
I catch them in my hands
And put them gently in my pocket
And when I leave you
I go home
Take them gently from my pocket
And arrange them
…………………….Like this
On a piece of paper
So that when you find out what I am doing
And no longer let them loose when I am there
I can come home
…………………….And remember …

God’s Fancies

GOD’S FANCIES

Pansies nod their heads
As butterflies flutter by
… Les penseés de Dieu

Absence

ABSENCE

It’s fine to see here on this warm October day
The orange of maize heads drying on that roof
Reflecting in the marigolds below
To sit among the rocks and read
Watching butterflies hover in the sun
But missing is the smell of new mown grass
That scents the air of far off England’s summer

A Breath Of Summer

This is a New Year’s gift. Probably especially appropriate for those of us who are in the middle of a Northern Hemispheric Winter and may in need of some warmth and comfort. This is a special favourite of mine, sadly far too little known or appreciated. And even if it’s warm and Summery where you are, it’s still a very beautiful piece of music to drift away on.

Have a wonderful 2012 and thanks for frequenting my e-log. 🙂

A Thought For Your Pennies

A THOUGHT FOR YOUR PENNIES
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..For Penny
Thank you
For the orange you brought me
Because I was ill

I spent a long time wondering
Why you had chosen “Jaffa”
To tell me “I love you”

I didn’t at all mind you smoking
When you came to my room tonight
With our friends

It did me good to feel relieved
That you were nervous too
That you too were nervous

And knew why
I didn’t look at you all evening
But just talked without stopping

All over the records
I pretended not to have put on
For you

Because you
Had tried
Not to ask me for them

I’m sorry
If my nervousness
Is verbal and boring

And I’m sorry
I keep being sorry
For being sorry

And anyway
How could “Jaffa” have been more
Than a trademark?

A habit
Like smoking
Or being nervous in company

Gambit

GAMBIT

We move beyond words,
thanks to you.
Deciding to follow –
One of my better moves.
Or not?

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