always out of reach

the best apples and plums

high summer

purpling in plums

and apples piled up high

summer is leaving

autocorrect 

  writing haiku 

    thank you

both smoothing the cat

sitting at the eve of time

the pharaohs 

how cold

the lights on the black water

fishing in thought

as the seasons turn 

leaves in summer’s open grave

genuflect to spring

harvest time 

all is safely gathered in

washing almost dry

dates in history 

no longer than a deep breath

misting the mirror

filling my bath

from the river of the day

i forget the pain

wasps

have a bite

plums

costermonger

apples a’pound the plums

same price the pears 

oyoguhito 

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costermonger

apples a’pound the plums

same price the pears 

two clothes pegs

a boy’s imagination

an aeroplane

  hello

hello pussy cat

  hello

hut with no lights

is anyone there to see

- me

autumn whispering

on the nape of my neck

come now

what did you just say?

then i will be when i’m dead -

you would wouldn’t you

the bone is still raw

even without any meat

wild dogs

rising westerlies 

storm sea surge in rolling roils 

kneading the clouds 

this magic stone

the one with the kiss inside

yours forever

caterpillars 

eating my nasturtiums 

recycled colours

under a shushed moon

a snowflake on the deer’s nose

melts my heart 

dispirited kids

smart phone social media

exorcising minds

how many light bulbs

does it take to change a man?

oh come on!

wrapped

in conversation

with silence

as the creaks enfold

the house settles for the night

blinking owls 

summer days shorten

the tumbling path from harvest

bitter-sweet memories 

when you are not here

what do i fill the space with

your remembering

late summer 

nights of far away fires

passionately 

how often do dreams 

end in the death of that day 

deepening in snow

sedum blooming

summer ending

goodbye butterfly

dark urine lamplight

shadowing me back to bed

and love’s bright dream

not killing spiders

i find just this big one

killing spiders

my dog is dead the

old woman tells the flowers

nodding

the book falls asleep 

on a half written poem

the day runs dry

under the street lamps

the village snow is orange

Christmas Eve 

the breeze flows over

this amethyst evening

the lavender nods

children

in the castle 

pigeons

reading of the monk

the chant in me awakens

did i not tell you

nasturtium

kimono
dawn

world’s last innings

final ‘who won it’ page burns

hit for a sixth sense 

fleet of flotsam 

footprints along 

the moonlight

woman the shape of love’s drawn dream

incanting lonely

nothing is worth the saying

to the moon’s cold stare

love’s blue potion you are not 

forgotten mourning

loneliness 

nothing is worth the saying

under moon’s cold stare

wrapped in silence

dripping river of thoughts

weeping willow why

Sunday sleeping on

hushed garden all pastel shades

bees on tiptoe please

summer night

discordant music

a barking dog

just loneliness 

shadows that never reply

the lamp dims

where did the years go

seventeen kissing seventy

times

one boat

seven seas

memories 

cacophony

matchstick silhouettes

hot beach

sparkling 

the high seas

summering 

moonlight

on the sea of my tea

ceremony

the sea

my tea

sparkling

summer

under spreading chestnut tree

respite 

higher higher

the child learns to swing

the sky’s the limit

smile little one

we are destroying the world

no stopping now!

crescendo 

the cat’s ears flick

we snooze

the cat and I

floating on the music

fast asleep

suncream and

sandwiches on the beach 

tomatoes 

lavender 

springboard to summer

blues

stairs

to the stars

dreams

the poet reads

the listeners sit

so that’s it - is it?

the sea is sparkling 

in another language 

rejoicing 

signposts burning

falling one by one

we are lost

my poor little one

wipe that smile off your face

for you must save us

grandchildren 

marionettes without strings

in a tangle

birth - life - death

a waste of time

thinking about it

to the bees

i am just a disturbance 

another passing

at the seaside

a boat full of flowers 

sets the scene

butterfly

on the wind

everywhere

silence be quiet

i am thinking out loud

about the big bang 

man who cuts laurels

rests on his laurels 

happy sap chap?

the womb’s honeycomb 

traps the queen and the drone 

spring blossoms

children 

acting out of character 

their parent’s life

sake and moonlight 

how the spirit moves them

the master’s pupils

the poets sit

composing themselves 

the sake flows

poets long walk home

drinking sake and moonlight

the spirit moves them

drinking rice wine

the poets under the willow

weeping

drinking sake 

the ghostwriter’s words

rattle the shōji 

dry bugs of summer

where is your comfy home

thinking of winter

the learned poets

are talking amongst themselves 

bemused we walk past

early to bed

haiku swarming

put the light out

leaf chasing itself 

in a hot august corner

time slipping away

scuffed knees running

in the heat from the dried grass

back to my childhood

starting finishing

the lineage of the poets 

full stop

in the mirror

i see the poets behind me

handing me the pen

climbing the mountain 

the poets roped together

snow in the pass tense

the grey haired poets

disappear into the snow

climbing their mountain 

backscratcher 

the old man eases

the itch of youth

bath bed book

the cat composes haiku

i smooth it down 

the metronome slows

with the cat’s closing eyes 

purr ing stop ping

not so august

just watered the potted plants 

heavy rain

torn flagged lancers

grassing the marching dunes

autumn in full flight

where the wind has gone

the grass struggles to follow

shreds of autumn

the dark chocolate 

and the blackest of coffee

write a light poem

the ornate mansion

social climbing weekends

staring at the stairs

you tell me that this

tweet is unavailable 

who the hell are you

how many cold tears

upon how many full moons

long past caring

comes dawn the bone fox

trotting foxily home

evening all

wind chimes

just far enough away

lowing in the breeze

one leg on shore

the other leg in the boat

summer pulls away

self-replicating

why do we obsess at all

the end is the end

the journey of many paths

arrives at nothing at all

high temple bells

hold the tenure of the wind

the forbidden way

long love lost

a bruise upon a bruise

sayonara

so slow dusk is set

by lavender’s wind chime hands

lovers far apart

a cat restless wind

in autumn rumours whispered

garden of last smiles

august evening

the cat under her blanket

turning with summer

shake their hive 

the wasps will buzz like as not

smash their hive 

and the wasps will be furious 

then they will die like as not

windfall summer days

apples under the rhubarb 

surprise spies

coming - - oh - keep going