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Overreaching Oneself

OVERREACHING ONESELF

“I” think “I” know, yet
It’s mostly conjecture and
Imagination
So I tried out “We” then “You”
But then “I” says much the same

Love Story

LOVE STORY

This weight on one’s chest?
This all too fallible heart?
Imagination!

Flirtation

FLIRTATION

A gentle tease. Oh where shall I wander?
Upstairs? Downstairs? In my lady’s chamber?
Pictures within my mind take form, a game.
Hoping that she might be doing the same.

Whirlpool

WHIRLPOOL

I seem to remember
That I have forgotten
Remembering
What I’d forgotten
Remembering
In a dream
Where I’d forgotten
I’d remembered
What I’d forgotten
But it is possible
Of course
That I am imagining this.

Who can tell?

One For Pippa

ANA & BruNo

A Senior Moment

A SENIOR MOMENT

In a change
To the advertised scheduled programmes
A casually castaway openness
Blooms into unexpected closeness
And an absence of outness yawns
Within the great outdoors

A tremor of breeze
And the woken pasture
Not simple green here
Look there look

Slight dabs of many many greens
Of blues, of browns, of yellows

And then great splats of not-really-white sheep
Shaggy, ill-kempt, vagrant
(Yes, he has seen their sisters against the snow
Hah, blew that myth forever)
Chewing over and over
Some ovine day dream

A fog arises from who knows
Smearing mists of mystery
Across the brow
Scribbles fresh drivel
Proves time
If not exactly a liar
At best a throaty
Chuckling deceiver

Just as a sheep coughs
Somewhere out there in the grey

Then the moment passes
Brushing his lips, tugging at his coatsleeve
Presses on
Feeling his way forward like tendrils

Imagination

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