Steeped in serious
Analytical conversation
Bordering on tears
He broke the ice
And she heard her own
Laughter
.
For the first time in ages
It drifted
Across the café
As lightly as dandelion clock seeds
Blown across a street
In Ravenna
.
CLP 04/02/2020
It was time to go
I stepped off the bridge
Ice wind cut my cheeks
Froze tears to my face
I turned to speak
And saw you waving
From the opposite bank
I waved too
Happily
Not drowning
In the waters passing underneath
.
CLP 02/02/2020
When you’ve been apart
Meeting up is a challenge
Just take essentials
.
CLP 01/02/2020
While I slept she woke
And then when I woke she slept
Different time zones
.
n.b. Distance is no barrier to friendship; just a little inconvenient at times.
.
CLP 12/01/2020
Flitting
From fruit to flower
As if by random chance
Following the sweetest scent
Unsettled by slightest tremor
Fluttering to fresh space
Sets down, silent, still
Absorbing heat of Sun
Full expanse of detail, colour, beauty
Revealed in staccato stretches
Then open display
She flew after
Gently removing
Each of my wings*
And leaving me
Learning to walk again
.
n.b. Wings intact, just removed for safe-keeping.
CLP 05/01/2020
They came from afar
Uncertain of what to say
Their loss, our future
.
n.b. We gathered to pay respects to one of our own, a fellow Pompey supporter to some, a close friend to a few. We did not know how to do this, but wanted to be together at this time, the first available home game.
We met at a pub close to Fratton Park and talked of Martin and touched philosophically on the inevitable.
After a few simple words in memory of this lovely man, we raised our glasses and expressed gratitude for having known him.
We then went to the game. It was 0-0.
.
CLP 12/10/2019
Senyrū
.
When offered a drink
Questions of milk, cream, sugar
Are superfluous
.
CLP 24/06/2019
