Sunday, 25 September 2011

Just another

Once you had been full and useful
Carrying dreams and happiness
Or the oblivion of misery
You bubbled with life
Giving warmth on could nights
Quenching dry thirsts on hot days
You brought people together
And helping them talk
Slowly and greedily they drank from you
Until you too were just another
Empty  bottle

Saturday, 24 September 2011

To a dear friend and mother 1977

Your strength rooted to the earth
Bending with the wind of change
Absorbing the tears of life
Yet blossoming with every spring
Stretching welcoming limbs to the sun
Spreading yourself to shelter others
Welcoming the scaling children
 Who seek the haven of your arms
But quick to punish the careless   
Your hues enhancing the sunlight
Dancing with the new dawn
Swooning under softer moon
The very idol to the goddess nature 

Friday, 23 September 2011

Water the eye of life 1976

Water the eye of life, The Lake of images
Reflecting the seekers image, displaying the world inside
 Softening the harsh lines, melting shape into shape
A refuge for dreams
Pulling the hungry looker deeper into its depth
Drowning the outside thought in mellow coloured shadows
Leaving the swimming mind floating through soft memory
Each wind caressed cloud drifting across its surface
Dusting old images alive, opening other remembrances
Long hidden in sombre depths
Each dancing spiralling ripple bouncing sparkling diamond lights
Through fading moments
Bringing wondrous new ideas throbbing in their wake

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

saddest words

I am, yet what I am none cares or knows.
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes 
                                        John Clare 

Friday, 2 September 2011

Encounter with cyclist bank holiday Sunday

Just about to settle down with a nice glass of claret to watch the F1 when there is a ringing of bells, thought hello I haven’t had the microwave on, look outside to see a his and hers in matching lycra sitting astride  matching bikes. The lead one, think it was female, then starts calling out “who’s dog is this,” stick head out yes what’s the problem,  “your dog’s blocking the towpath”, I’ve been waiting for this for ages, no it isn’t, mail voice “well what’s that then”, that’s The Boo lying beside our path the towpath is on the other side of the canal. Are you a boat or berth owner if not then you’re on private property and I’m asking you to get off your bikes (strange as I’m usually telling people to “get on yer bike”) and push them to the end of the path where you will see a sign confirming what I have said. The Boo and I smugly watched two brightly coloured and chastised pedal pushers walking their bikes down the path