Something...

Something

walking the beach

hawk in the bush calls out

horses discussing the outcome

knowing.

In need of a merry tune

Dreaming

reality

confusion waking up

wondering just where I have been

or am.

Complexity of life

solutions reveal

unintended outcomes

action breeds

inactivity

begets

entropic states

original mind

leave it alone

watch the continuous 

manifestation of spontaneity

interference 

in the flow

produces pools

of stagnation

mirages of tranquillity 

illusions of reality

other than truth

the gold

swam through our fingers

we missed it.

Wondering in the World of In-between.

Didn’t we have a lovely time…

we being the operative word

as usual I was on my own as I always had been

the curse of the romantic…

hold it there a minute 

“The Curse of the Romantic”

It’s probably about living in a parallel world and missing out on the real world.

Real world

living close by

feeling your breath near me

aching to be in your presence

sunlight.

Meanwhile

walking long roads

in search of some meaning

listen to the skylark singing

echo.

Yes, there will be projects left unfinished

time will catch me out

and I’m not one to deprive death 

of her comforts

but in the time remaining

as sense of grace regaining

equilibrium maintaining

sailing to Byzantium.

Perhaps that’s me

unconsciously

sailing to Byzantium

binding myself

unaware

last chance

let go

enjoy it all

without any need

soon the show will be over

but before the final curtain

a reprise 

no encore 

not this time

but yes a reprise

surely

I won’t be denied that

walking along a familiar path

for the first time

hand in hand with Eliot

and those who went before

no evidence

presented 

standing in the dock

neither for prosecution 

or

in defence

just going for the sake of it

to wander

flaneur with Yeats

ABABABCC.

Don’t push it

trying to make it into something that it’s not

the big eyed unlikeliness of it all

that is the wonder

there is all

keep at it

listening to the music

try to keep in step

but

don’t worry about the toes of others

or how 

with seeming gifted other

muse

they wheel and whorl 

about the dance floor

this is it

and it is shorter than it was

before

soar and drink the air

love it all

and more

let it love you back

embracing you

the way you dreamed

it would 

somewhere forgotten 

but not lost.

Opening the gates...

Morning

disappointing

breathing in the sunshine

dreams are clinging onto nighttime 

tightly.

Sometimes

waking up feels like leaving a reality

to which I belong more than here

something clings alright

more than imagination

feeling like sheol

everything has a half life

passing that moment 

realising that broken mornings

promises

dreams

run in and out of each other's houses

laughing as they go.

That’s the way

let something like intuition

queen of the senses

meet with reason

let there be communion 

commingling 

let substances flow

uninhibited 

leave the birth to genetic chance

upbring the child

with current social mores

think nothing of the future

or past

only the present moment

see the wonder in its eyes

at licking the spoon

stirring the mixture 

laughing in the face of certainty

now who wins

in this game of life

no one

still

the lesson learned

applied to all

freely given 

in ways now understood by all

go and find out for yourself

answer to no one 

answer to all

in the small parts 

see the whole

as it was in the beginning 

is now

and will be forever

water gathered in a child’s fishing net

little pool

little song

away in a manger

time to go

dip your finger in the stoop

and bless yourself

against

all possibilities 

of ever needing to

be led into temptation

mother calls

time to wash your hands and come for tea

another day sinks into the sunset

wonder and awe settle down again

as night clouds draw the curtain

on another day

is that it

survival shelter food

sex.

Warmed up

ready to go

climb aboard the express

see the other eager faces

waiting.

Life is short...

Listen
deep inside you
morning brings messages
don't take too  long to decipher
action.

Suddenly

Sunshine
healing brightness
walking into the soul
offering hope to the wasteland
freely.

Look... there... see at last

harsh wind

magnolia

peeping through the greyness

threatening the last of winter

smiling

Learning Difficulties

The One That Nearly Got Away.

Learning

difficulties

wondering about truth

pilgrimage into the unknown

testing.

The Challenge of Easter

Been raised

hoped for of course

in the minds of those left

living in the present moment

or not.

The Challenge of Easter 

Seems located

as story is

(like any other story)

not in detailed credibility

but in the mind of the hearer

ready

or not

to look deeply

seeing possibilities of a life

lived in trust

sparkling brightly

as a tree

a rock

or a fish

in all weathers

breathing inner sunshine.