ten

long tailed tits

tweeting

tenure

ten years

tenuous 

pussy cat

see - no ghosts in my chair

sleep now

between the covers

something i am yet to learn

turns over 

fart in a hayrick 

as warm as the harvest breeze

at years turning 

‪homeless‬
‪could you spare a small word‬
‪have a good ...‬

the last leaf

wins the softest bed

in the forest

‪bare trees‬
‪holding up the sky‬
‪dawn‬

‪the golden joins‬
‪are stronger than the parts‬
‪we are stuck with

bin lorry

taking away the dawn

for recycling

acorn it can’t be

a coffin from a felled tree

filled with acorns

dusk

the trees advance

black looks

the cat’s ears are cold

over the midnight mouse

the moon rises

blushing

dawn undressed 

not one leaf 

candlelight 

on the washing machine 

as it spins 

pilgrims visiting

the mountains always 

asking why

poetry maze 

more dead ends dead end there

than i have songs

so i sing louder and louder

and jump up and up down down

low tide

the long walk to the sea

and back again

fog

fighting dawn’s

uprising

mist trees

the non-event horizon

of dawn

string quartet

at the fulcrum of the day

pools deepen

the rain is not sad 

sky bare trees are smiling

how can i not be

lub dup lub dup

the heart beats lub dup

even when broken

‪the cat and the fire‬
‪on an elastic tether‬
‪perfect harmony‬

no flame is the same

in the log fires of history

but they all warm you

CPR

the long farewell

pumping tears

don’t rush

into your walk of life

it’s a long road

the fire warms

as the coffee sips

a mince pie smile

love is

see how close

our lanterns are flickering

under a new moon

hold my hand

and we are there again

again

quick - swop

my scooter and your bike 

don’t tell anyone 

that one song

tearing the love from my guts

so long ago

sun always shining

glistening on tears of joy

boy did i love you

that kiss

lanterns face to face

exploding 

‪slowly annealed‬
‪in the breath of dawn’s furnace ‬
‪quenched of the sea‬

the sea

indescribably 

capriciousness

silence

fingers on my temples

just saying

pebbles grinding

each on each beach 

so lonely

those who do not lament do not truly see

lost cat

hopes fade

with the picture

snow
my foot prints
follow

dawn

solstice

dusk

‪it was her pinafore 
that wiped away the tears
and smelled of cakes 

her threadbare bow
tied a frown around the back
the front smiled for me

a crumpled apron‬
‪and she was gone forever‬
‪longing for a smile‬

‪its was her pinafore ‬
‪that wiped away the tears‬
‪and smelled of cakes‬

solstice - here is 

the long and the short of it

australia is burning

‪old age‬
‪inscribed pebbles rattling‬
‪as they fade‬

wet and cold‬

‪above and below‬

‪inside and out‬

mist

over a lake of frost

dawn

dawn

once removed from the window

my reflection

bullet points

pistol whipped

into a poem

shoots the rabid

shoots of spring

the cat and i 

we don’t go to work 

me and the cat

winter worries

at death’s door

spring buds

the sea is just there 

that is all it is it is

it is all there is

lanterns 

when the candle dies

night lives

the actors 

who are they now

the play is over

fate
is never fatal
embers glow

log fire dying

the cat curls tight to sleep

everything flickers

‪walking to the beach‬
‪my steps quicken‬
‪always the sea‬

perhaps

the infinity of

uncertainty is

the cat accepts my terms on her terms

my beautiful wife

trying on my spectacles 

i get misty eyed

after a good meal

the crumb words dream on

the willow pattern

rooks riding the wind

cracking open muscles shells

all day breakfast

the wood pigeon says

i’m a big bird don’t you know

i say

misted glass

the snail writes home

from the greenhouse

breakfast

toasted in the windows 

buttering the dawn

crash course
in speed awareness
i’m wrecked

chrysanthemums 

blossoming by the docks

the old sailor’s eyes 

snow

who’s footprints

are those

poor house plant

after all these years

buried outside

secret gardens

through the gates 

of childhood

a tended garden

where the wild thoughts flower

sun kissed

alone

with time alone

is alone time

bury me with

a book covering my face

and laugh

winter falling

down trees upon the water

where no paths go

between breaths

the sea is deciding

which way

that pebble moved

what a nice surprise

a pied wagtail

reflection

in the headwater of time

you are

my shadow

in the sunshine of those days

smiling

at the days ahead

that we have put behind us

as now and then

there is a mixing

of what they still call souls

anonymous now

that we two 

have become what one calls

love too

great for a single tear

inside of the time

of our flowing

senior citizen 

fucking euphemisms

chapel of rest

voting

for a change

that never changes

low gorse 

how you ride the sea’s knowing

of the storm

sea spume 

on the bright yellow gorse 

popping

at the fence

of a great snowfield

we halted

a flower

for the picked flower’s

mourning 

crematorium 

slowly the smoke rises

the flowers wilt

boardwalk

across the swaying marsh

alone 

life 

as fickle as the cat’s tail

even when asleep

life passes slowly 

time unravels fast

coitus interruptus

such daring

as the cold sea ignores

winter swimmer

a river of leaves

over winter’s cataract

where do the frogs sleep

no

there’s no going back

is there

‪pricking out‬
‪the seedlings flourish‬
‪into blossoms‬

wild’s why

for a few more years of loss

upon tides turning

ryokan

you are so funny today

mountainous 

dentures

in a bedside tumbler

sobbing

the ancients 

only lived one lifetime

just like us

tomorrow 

i will vote then i will swim

the tides will turn

clouds

looking for the wind’s

running

the wind’s concern

for the doors and windows

rattling all night

pregnant moon

let the vastness

bear witness

a pot of glass shards is a thing of beauty

oh my poor cat

you are wet and i touched you

miaow miaow miaow

the storm

death brought to life

so angry

in dawn’s light

we see the rain

inside

the wax turns white

when the candle is snuffed

and so do tears

where is everyone

when the candle goes out

asks the teacher 

after a cold swim

the sun is a comfort

in old age

thoughts at dawn

bats returning to roost

in mind’s caverns

storm has passed

the bamboo shoot bows

sayonara

a part of time

until time cleaves

no time at all

‪time‬
‪bounding like a hare‬
‪in march ‬

nothing

becoming a mirror 

speaks

single bamboo shoot

spinning the wind’s compass

laughing

the wind 

cannot stop the dawn

or the tears 

it ends

where it started

at the beginning 

of the end

it ends

kaleidoscope

now there’s a word

to conjure with

ancient poet

did you have a cold sore

like me

every word

yours as much as mine

take these

they are not mine to give

they are not yours to take

the cat’s tail

a built-in argument

keep clear

childhood

the tricycle on life’s

broken flagstones

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a thought

picked up where i put it down

in my poem

a thought

  a breath

a poem

along life’s path

picking four-leaf clovers

look see

‪birds‬
‪flying over the fences‬
‪hedging their bets‬

the palette of dawn

reflected the hues

of an old eye

log fire

burning bridges

New Year’s Eve 

them poets

eating all the words

like locusts

eating all the crops

that they need to eat

the drip

waits for no one

to drop in

quiet now

wait here for

ever to arrive