The arrival of morn.

  Come it will without any fanfare Shining a light on the dregs of the night before Discarded bags of rubbish left in ditches By those with no thought of neighbour nor environment Those road kills which might have been avoided with proper care.   The arrival of...

Naturally

I shall go mad in a minute How to stop this from happening Make a smart decision sit, write Suddenly the dark cloud will lift. I’m devoid of detail as yet What I do know though I could reach out and grab a sunbeam. Invisible words are making their presence felt....

Dressed in primary colours

By the old mill stream below the bridge Frogs perilous on lily-pads, wild flowers blossom Ducks and drakes add to the spectacle.   Gazing down on waters Flowing beneath those birds Peering at the rippling reflection of life.   Seeking a theme for a poem Nature is the...

Happy to recognise my faults.

Happy to recognise my faults. The shift of the wind matters We are a fickle race? Simple fickle people Happy when in company Happy to be left alone Happy to meet family when they arrive Happy when they take their leave Happy to debate – a noun’s a thing a verb a...

Dappled greys.

“You look at me and you see only an ugly old man, but within I am filled with great beauty. I sit on a mountain and look into the future” Sandoval, Hastin Tlo’Tsi Hee/Old Man Buffalo Grass, Navajo. The lines in his face tangle He sits looking out at nothingness?...

Experience his gentler side

Listening to him beat out his life on a weather beaten banjo Those tram line features on a weather beaten face That dishevelled state of clothing Hanging on a clothes hanger frame The banjo case lying open at his feet worse for wear Where had he come from? Did he...