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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
The Magic Of Words
THE MAGIC OF WORDS
NOW and HERE
Is the one and only
NOWHERE
Everywhere
One blink of the I
And back-to-front
NOW is reversed
For it is time
Time to be WON
The time has arrived
As NOW reveals
Its eternal nature
Pure consciousness
Unsullied
TIME is reversed
For it is EMIT
Time to emit
Heaven’s light
As within, as without
Time to shine on
Heads bowed
Hands together
It is TIME NOW
Let us play
It Seems
IT SEEMS
Life is good
It seems
But not all the time
And so we try to pick and choose
Life is bad
It seems
But not all the time
And so we try to pick and choose
What life is
It seems
Is a mixture of the above
We may wish to pick and choose
But the choice
It seems
Is not always ours to make
Some wishes, some choices
It seems
Have been stolen from us
Time is the acknowledged thief
It seems
But no arrest is expected
In the foreseeable future
Whatever
WHATEVER
Without our past …
Whatever its attributes
It led us to this moment
When thoughts of it
Arise in our mind
Let us honour it
Release the thought
And proceed
Time Lapses (Republished)
TIME LAPSES
Time lapses
Into emptiness
Hung in webbing of
Indefinable echoes
Between moon phases
Again
It’s now
Alone
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
Unfinished Love Poem
UNFINISHED LOVE POEM
Lay it aside for a while
Maybe days or weeks
Sometimes even years
Till all falls into place
A significant poem will
Always find its moment
And in that moment
Their writer will also
Find a completeness
Those not significant
Reveal themselves as such
And are easily thrown away
Cosy Castle
COSY CASTLE
Out in the black a tiny spark
Blooms into flaming flesh
That flickers, a fiery dancer
Amidst a slowly forming picture
Imagined, improved, approved as
Yes … that castle only dreamt of
Time and effort bring it into view
With towers, turrets and bartizans
Crenellations atop sturdy walls
Moat and drawbridge, portcullis
A statement of power, of dominion
A protection gainst any assault
From the envious or less fortunate
Fully equipped with arrow slits
Endless ramparts, battlements
Murder holes and oubliettes
Till in time as will in time all
The tide turns and with a sigh
The sandcastle returns to sand
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This is a response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #80
Ben Naga 