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Mo ‘n’ I

MO ‘n’ I

You’re seventy now
Who’d have thought it?
I recall our twenties

Here we are again
After all these years
Sharing an evening

Baring naked hearts
Across a gin or two
And a tear or two

Your conclusion
Too needy to share
Alone now and happy

My own conclusion
Can’t call myself happy
Contented feels more comfortable

My lengthy searching
Taught me call expectation
The mother of disappointment

We’ve given it all up
That bouncy folderol
Not born here to be loved

As you hear me out
Unchallenged or judged
As I you my dear one

Let’s do what’s next
Whether we like it or not
Each a poet with a spanner

Portmanteau: Shadorma

PORTMANTEAU

I carry
Enjoyment with me
Wherever
I wander
And very seldom fail to
Find a use for it

Details In The Thread

DETAILS IN THE THREAD

The tree spreads
The fawn is small
Shelters, nurtured

Air – as will water
Will fill or empty
Whatever space
Is encountered
At this time

Large – as small
Dissolves
As time shucks off
Its shackles
And chuckles

Contented

Perennial Winter Of Discontent

PERENNIAL WINTER OF DISCONTENT

Awake in is-ness
Not contented with content
Sought the container

Free As A Bird

FREE AS A BIRD

Woke up this morning
Nothing to live or die for
I sang my heart out

Spirit In Repose (22a)

SPIRIT IN REPOSE

Quite at peace
Is how you find me
Quietly
Confident
Of the coming day and yes
Those that follow too

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Shadorma November

Wayfaring

WAYFARING

Accumulate little
Give much
Speak little
Observe much

Hope Sweet Home

HOPE SWEET HOME

I ceased my dreamings
Of anywhere but today
Et voilà, c’est ça!

Scabs And Shackles

SCABS AND SHACKLES

Wouldn’t mind dying
He wouldn’t mind anything
He has his freedom

Love

LOVE

Getting nowhere
And contented
For after all
(And before all)
Nowhere
Is no more than
Now and here
Cosying up together

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