• On Dreams

    Who invited you Into my bed while I slept? I thought we were done ~ n.b. I fancied torturing myself with some decent poetry and read “Billy’s Rain” by Hugo Williams. I could have chosen to put it down, I suppose. 13/09/2020

  • On Pleasure ix

    Company of friends laughing, travelling, sharing We are one, not I ~ n.b. We live together; we die alone. ~ CLP 09/09/2020

  • On Pain (Norfolk)

    Young men side by side British, Czechs, Poles, and Germans Buried together. ~ n.b. Farmers’ fields reclaimed from airfields, except this hallowed ground that holds sons of Europe, (and Australia, Canada and New Zealand), whose souls have flown. ~ CLP 10/09/2020

  • On Pain xii*

    Is my name Thomas? I had to be there, feel it The absence of Love ~ n.b. *Alternative title, ‘On Stupidity’. CLP 04/09/2020

  • On Pain ix

    Most spectacular display of self-harm. I’ve Brexited myself ~ n.b. Hard to believe, I know, but when a man’s gotta go, the question can arise, ‘Why not go the whole hog and blow my own house down?’ Where does such thinking come from? It is terribly dangerous for others and destructive to themselves. Sad beyond

  • On Pain viii

    A broken arm hurts But rarely does pain persist As in a heart cracked ~ n.b. A fascinating article here on physical vs emotional pain. Tuck in! https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/the-squeaky-wheel/201407/5-ways-emotional-pain-is-worse-physical-pain CLP 01/09/2020

  • On Pain vi

    And so, how are you? Words tumble from the heart’s depths. Right question, wrong time. ~ CLP 01/09/2020

  • Back to School

    Who was the teacher? Who the pupil? It had been longer than I dared remember I sensed I had forgotten everything I feared I was unable Out of my depth Unqualified to be on such a course But I was frightfully excited to be with my new best friend You were saying… No, after you… 

  • On Autumn

    As we two detach Leaves separate from branches Become loose blown litter . CLP 29/08/2020

  • On the Road xxvi

    Restlessness ceases Traveller’s weary heart breathes Grass soft underfoot ~ n.b. God bless her and all who sail in her. CLP