Tag Archives: Fun

on life

grown-ups planted this
there must have been good reason
makes a neat goal frame

CLP 08/08/2022

on luck

ten bob in two pees
pink panda from slot machine
taint of copper coins

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n.b. You probably think that this little story deserves a footnote (and you’re probably correct), but it’s 22c, after midnight and I’m playing late night summer blues, so you’ll have to write your own this time, sorry. However, who knew one could have such fun in Great Yarmouth on a Friday night in June?

CLP 18/06/2022

on laughter

we forget ourselves
our precious concerns
delicate dispositions
we let go then
caught ourselves having fun
wondered if we could really
fall trusting the other
to fall too

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CLP 17/02/2022

on autumn

steamed up windscreen attracts a playful finger
the smiley ghosts in and out of view
through October's low sunsets
and at each evening condensation
I know it was you
I recognise that smile

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CLP 13/10/2021

On Cricket

lost in crazy crowd

found myself wrapt in laughter

caught being happy

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CLP 16/07/2021

On Language

before play our words

excite hopeful new meaning

double entendres

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CLP 09/07/2021

On Water xxv

under umbrella

lovers rush seeking shelter

breathless excitement

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CLP 03/05/2021

On Water xx

sorting through shingle

picking out perfect pebbles

stones skimming off waves

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CLP 28/04/2021

4’33” (after John Cage)

To be read in your head only. Understood? Now 1/2/3/4 begin.

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…I thank you. Encore? No, it is too much! I am exhausted from the effort of this composition. It is too much. I must rest. Thank you.

I will release this on SoundCloud as soon as copyright issues are clarified. Thank you.

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty-six prompt: parody. I have chosen John Cage’s classical piece 4’33”. Please remember to press the “Unmute” button in YouTube when you follow the link.

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CLP 26/04/2021

Around Midnight

timing was never more important

than opportunity when hungry

we ate out, or would grab something

maybe just an amuse-bouche

at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps

irrespective of weather

because hungry is no respecter of climate

we always ate together

we rarely went without without

in sun, the rain, the snow

until naturally our routines began to drift

into more regular meal routines

before economy and fate peeled us apart

eventually

I returned one midnight

to oranges, not as a ravenous teenager

body craving any food or fruit every hour

these midnight oranges were rarer

at first a self-indulgent treat

until our segmentation complete

meant for awhile midnight oranges

were the only food

that I had to eat

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Two prompt: metonymy – midnight oranges. Good luck looking that up.

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CLP 22/04/2021