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Jazz Me Do
JAZZ ME DO
Memory splinters … Splinters linger on
Orphaned … Amputated … Alien
Earlier hellbent … Later bent
Like a banana
Like a tasty adventure
Up … Behind … To infinity and beyond
Like the neighbour who
Spotting the Buddha in the back garden asks
“What’s wit’ monk?”
Like a glance above wondering
In this boundless blossoming heaven
“What’s wit’ bird?”
What’s wit’ Bird?
Variations on a theme
Came a long long way to end up here
To land up here wondering
“What’s wit’ Miles
What’s wit’ all these miles an’ miles?”
Tryst (Republished)
TRYST
A moonlight Autumn evening
Waiting alone beside the river
No birdsong disturbs the air
A faint whisper of cloud
Gathers a handful of stones
Shies them skipping
Reflecting
Musing
Just how much water
Has passed under her bridge
Since they last met?
A rustle in the bushes
But no one emerges
Checks the time
Gives a deep sigh
Turns and walks away
Disappointment
Or else relief?
Och Aye
OCH AYE
I thank you all, my dear Scots
For those years passed away back in Stirling
May your pipes remain forever a-skirling
Down here mid my scented forget-me-nots
Lackaday (1b)
LACKADAY
Who’d have thought
After all this time
Such a short
Encounter
Might still be gleaming so bright
After fifty years
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The Wound We Wind
THE WOUND WE WIND
Round and round we wind
The wound we wound around us
Tight in our own grasp
History is history
The present we give ourselves
Birds On The Wire
BIRDS ON THE WIRE
Oh, Jenny
Recalling yet
How we’d sing it together back then
Swapping the words back and forth
… drunk …
… choir …
… tried …
… way …
… free
Leonard has passed
Me, I stagger on
Wondering
Where you are now
And even
If …
Oh, Jenny
Oh, Miss Jones
Old Lovers: Four By Six
OLD LOVERS
That curious rhythm
Stitched us to its branchings
Caught up in its weaving
Gladly surrendering
Memory Lane
MEMORY LANE
I quite like
revisiting
ancient haunts;
lightly caressing
the memories evoked.
I learnt long ago
the foolishness
of regret,
of expectation
or disappointment.
Books Rule (A Four By Six)
BOOKS RULE
Recalling a childhood
Seeking companionship
Family or authors?
Sad to say no contest
