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Owning Up

OWNING UP

Each of these poems
Is intended to be best
Read aloud … For why?
For I love the sounds

So build each piece
With sound in mind
As well as meaning
Plus any reference

For I love word play
Adore ambivalence
And multiple levels
Of tacit meaning

The writer invites
The reader invents
Becomes co-creator
In passing the time

Ongoing Creation

ONGOING CREATION

Inhabit your life until it creaks, cracks open
Loudly ringing for a change – for transition

Hopefully, dutifully – inspirationally calling
Out to each and every reader passing by

In time words appear … “Beautiful poem.”
You reply: “Thanks for your kind words.”

A Shapely Verse

A SHAPELY VERSE

I see you may be my kind of poet
I may be your kind – Who knows?

The future is just around the corner
We could explore – Become followers

We can unfollow – No damage done
Been there, done that, survived

Maybe you are my kind of poet
Or maybe I simply like the shape

Books (Of Spells)

BOOKS (OF SPELLS)

A special magic
The fortunate discover
While non-readers not

Reckoning

RECKONING

The day comes
(If you are still here)
When you look
All around
And see all those favourite
Books, discs, videos

The ace ones
You’re not done with yet
Retained to
Revisit
Though if you started today
There wouldn’t be time

The Wee Hours (20a)

THE WEE HOURS

Three o’clock
Bells ring and all’s well
Up early
Early start
And it’s shoulder to the wheel
Keeping life at bay

~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadorma November

The Return

THE RETURN

Under a willow
Reading till a sudden breeze
Turns over the page

Books

BOOKS

Woke up ensnared, lost in books
Woven of fiction and fantasy

Awake, metaphor and allegory
May offer you a route out

An Enlightening Day At The Book Festival (Flash Fiction)

AN ENLIGHTENING DAY AT THE BOOK FESTIVAL

Having followed his writing career from its beginnings I knew his public readings and signings are rare. So imagine my excitement when I heard he was coming. He read a passage from his latest and then invited questions. The quality of these varied widely, as expected; but his responses? Flabbergasted! They were uniformly lacking in moment and often even sense. That insight, that wisdom; it had all been simply projection on my part. My cherished books now not signed, binned and that bitter taste in my mouth made me reflect on the old saw: you should never meet your heroes.

Sator Square

SATOR SQUARE

With eyes or with words
Worlds within worlds within worlds
Solitary dreams
Creators and creations
Illusory companions

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