On Dreams iv

while fully concious

who could experience this

profound happiness

~

CLP 06/05/2021

On Water xxvii

bent double by grief

sadness enough to birth rivers

path shadowed by tears

~

CLP 04/05/2021

On Water xxiii

absence of presence

bottle; long-term substitute

happiness of toes

~

CLP 01/05/2021

On Water xxii

our thirst impressions

catch the eye and stick in throat

memories decay

~

CLP 30/04/2021

On Water xiii

a pause to reflect

it was here that fate pushed me

I’d to cross a bridge

~

n.b. Time and tide and all that. Choices, decisions, life goes on.

~

CLP 23/04/2021

On Pain

What hurts us the most:

wounds inflicted by others;

seeing one’s own faults?

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CLP 22/04/2021

On Water x

night oils the river

dark thoughts patrol between banks

let us not go there

~

n.b. Dedicated to You Little Charmer because her writing makes me laugh…and cry.

~

CLP 19/04/2021

Do Not Alight Here…

…the sign on the platform read

provoking that bloody-minded reaction

he saw as proof of living a life

still worth it, worth everything

worth going to bed

with a stranger once more

here might be the place

that could throw things up

burn the throat, whet the tongue

revive, refresh, rekindle

the screech of parakeets

colonising plane trees in the park

after-dark sounds on full reverb

in daylight on streets

of colour, black to white all blood

everyone from anywhere

who’ll do something, anything

no more bi this

no more buy that

stop and search me, why don’t you

I’m game as road-kill

as smart as street crime

as sharp as a wife

given half-a-clue to step out

and start out anew

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Button with white background Day 3 here is how the cards fell when I cut the deck: whet, game. (For TC).


NaPoWriMo

~

CLP 03/04/2021

At the Exit

Clocks have changed to British Summer Time. The Sun has come out. A strong southerly wind brings warmth to Norfolk.

People are out and about, the sound of children playing in the local park competes with goldfinches, blackbirds, chaffinches and the blue and great tits. An otter has been seen in the Wensum nearby and a large seal has come up river from the sea to nose around the old wharfside.

Daffodils, primroses jostle for attention, bluebells are preparing to make an entrance.

A day to savour. Not the end of Lockdown 3, but a step towards another way of living.

~

n.b. And I have just seen two bats spinning by my windows.

~

CLP 29/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.7): Footpath

One foot in front of the other. Steady rhythm, pacing out the afternoon. Blackthorn in flower, epitome of hope.

~

CLP 27/08/2021