as eyes seize it
they cut them down
the flowering cherry trees
we’ll plant more they said
cotton wool buds
cleaning the sand from my ears
a rough sea swim
washing sand from my bather
oh yes it gets everywhere
mount fuji always
cherry blossoms come and go
the path goes onwards
shush now my baby
the rough night of a wild sea
the rain is stopping
a child
shedding tears
of the womb
climate change
so many new ways to die
hope is cooling
a narcissist
walking through the narcissi
sees only himself
joking
with the grave digger
just in case
empty room
so many memories
and none are mine
yellow moon
the slacked knock bird
is dead
was going to sleep
but the tide is coming in
swim time
a beachcomber
collecting her thoughts
before dawn
red bricks
so much redder
in the snow
rain
a fallen branch
is still
rush hour
many trampling feet
cross the bridge
at that point
past present and future
you can stop searching
and so it goes on
this lightening of darkness
step after step
LOOK at this flower
perfectly beautiful
put your pen away
on the coast path
admiring the wild flowers
not knowing their names
tears of the sea
long after a winter swim
my sinuses empty
it
is
zen
tit
not shortlisted
for the competition
i did not enter
heavy shower
camellia blossoms appear
in a puddle
and then
darkling dark to darker
the rain started
in order to fail properly you need a plan
i’m in a panic
the milk is boiling over
and it’s coffee time
behind the rock
that fell out of the cliff face
a dead snail
i remember
taking lilacs home to mum
both are dead now
empty bowl
reflecting on my thin tear
winter moon
many ways to die
but the outcome still the same
death is patient
sheep dotted
in a sea of mangles
above the sea
a butterfly
unable to drink it in
a burnt tree
where it was snowing
blossoms are now blooming
my eyes are filling
oyoguhito said
if you go looking for it
you’ll never find it
in the compound
of the dragonfly’s eyes
are many mountains
a policeman
a criminal changed places
and no one noticed
they had to pinch themselves
the line out was a mirror
when red coals fell
spitting on his fingers
the old man threw them
a bald man
passes a little girl
with a bald doll
wings on heels
oyoguhito recalls
his childhood
warming my heart
snug as a bug in a rug
as dad used to say
at high tide
it is time to reconsider
plans plans
mirror
the fallen moon’s
damp eyes
what once were walls
are ground to smooth stones
in the river of time
winter to spring
equal knocks the rain
mother’s day past
an itchy blue sequin dress
valderma perfume
tories
ten thousand definitions
of bastards
rebooting
the server loses its cool
tomorrow perhaps ?
torrential rain
searching for a new home
an earthworm’s longing
nature grows in the fertiliser of your eyes
drizzle
daffodils genuflecting
queen camellia
the only mountain
mind’s eye rests at the snow line
cherry blossoms fall
warm rain
winter has at last gone
sea swimming
dusk
the (almost) flowering currant
blushes
the held breath
of an ocean changing
in my mind
as the boat sailed in
full of the light from the east
sun set the anchor
sculpted wood
holding on to the idea of time
for a time
woodlouse in the soup
a mouse in the toaster
the histrionics of oops!
sunbeam
i hereby rename my cat
opisthotonos
cobwebs
in winter’s sheds
creaking
in spring’s shed
summer’s bones lay whitening
throw open the doors
cobweb breeze
winter flees the scene
across spring’s fields
on long rain’s rust
the warming of the sunshine
yawns
a shrine
in life’s hard rocks
your poem
heavy rain
the cat is snoring
under her blanket
such heavy rain
it’s really coming down now
this desire to swim
the misty way
that so far beckons
now so irresistible
that’s all it is
a request stop
for time’s train
rain passes
gates start squeaking
rustication
doctors waiting room
the blood pressure advice
raises my blood pressure
the face of our deaths
takes shape
cold shoulder
every time i pass the freezer
it goes mmmm
a fallen tree
is sculpted for a time
and then it rots
a cry
returns to an osprey
across the sea
a stone
from under the mountain
falls into the sea
march morning
the balance of light changes
as the world turns
daffodils
ten thousand conductors of
the budding players
all this beauty
is fighting to survive
even me
storm
here comes the cat
riding the wind
wet day
wet lamppost
wet pigeon
spring’s daffodils
how they seem to last longer
as i get older
how they seem yellower
the poet
everyone’s soul
but his own
that old photograph
what i thought i looked like
when actually …
how can it be more than that
is just an instant
once i tried to recall it
there was no recollection
small grains empty the egg timer
these molten seas
long stopped in their flowing
warm cold rivers
fell asleep
a bloody euphemism
well why not
stones on a grave
memory as a cairn
pussy cat
that’s my seat
you know that
after the snow
a beam of sunshine
on the daffodils
the blossoms
fall on a bent woman
raising her spirit
the snow
that changed to rain
has changed to snow
anorak
after a winter sea swim
pain spotting
the word
on the rocks
is sea
flaking memories
all of the morning snowfall
has turned to rain
where we once sat
only memories remain
and the nettles
March by the seaside
bent daffodils and wet snow
typical Pisces
snore purr snore purr
the cat is defragmenting
her day
a caress
upon me this morning
gentle sunshine
brazier
in the night of the blossom
not a breeze
language
can be lost or found
between ear and ear
a heron
lost in a blizzard
of seagulls
ward communion
the man on the commode
breaks bread
don’t tell her
but i am having an affair
with my wife
my cat
is really looking at me
and looking at me
there’s a blackbird
in the apple tree
above the greenhouse
how slowly
coffee time arrives
in a rush
exeat
democracy’s sheep dogs
encircling
wood pigeons
pecking at a snowy sward
curly kale
ten thousand waves
ten thousand grains of sand
time and again
amused
magpies stole all the cat’s food
not amused
welsh national day
daffodils and blue skies
ukraine in pain
St David’s Day
the daffodils in flower
snow is forecast