old frog

sinks into the sky

the pond closes

bumble-wasp 

every stripe leaping about

orchard deckchairs

hanging in the trees

a scaffold sky

dark blue sunset

wood pigeon 

leather on willow 

daisy days

teenage angst

brass tears dropped dead

scars shining white

youth

an infusion of hormones

kaleidoscope 

each new poem

a cuckoo in the pages

high chaparral 

in a child’s pocket

yesterday’s adventures

and bloody handkerchief 

you are

what I am

when you are

unknown 

beautifully painted painting

a face in the crowd

the sun is setting

upon a world on fire 

trying to keep cool

school sports

ego annoys the tannoy

a close finish

bipolar doppler

feeling both blue and then red

coming and going

drought

how many poetic words

in six months

suntan remembering my chicken pox

when words flow the

muddy drought gets dryer

cracking enigma

too many cars

add to global warming too

honk if you agree

waiting for the sea

slowly slowly catch sea me

how high the moon is

when the night cat fades

and the owl moon is hushed

blood runs cold

a downing breeze

on a summer evening 

high tide

seagull calling 

saw a burglar saw saw 

the sea escapes 

DNA

DANGER do not approach

plastic double helix

another dead child

another bloody tear stain

next - the sports results

graffiti 

on the war memorial 

kill them - kill them

another blood test 

the brutal storm of a bruise

will the sun ever shine

two vacuoles meet

emptiness fills emptiness 

love’s warm hand in hand

font of bible dust

in a valley dull with rain

red carpeted pews 

grain varnished and grand dressed

chapel ghosts in their musty reign 

tanka

poppies 

open to interpretation

restless sighs

lavender sunlight

cuckoo spit

  cuckoo spit

on the oven

a rain drop

explodes

moonbeam on a moon

in a painting of the moon

tears drying

the sparrow is killed

children run around screaming

the cat growls

when our eyes look up

how many moons have passed

clouds race far ahead 

moon worm

in the wee drawn hours 

the tide turns

sea shanty

roar of the pebble ashore

breathing

the spice road

tastes change

colour 

the frog considered 

a lily pad bounces

blink of an eye

the geese

in the car park

honk honk 

when the garden breakfast

eats the supper moon

www 

permafrost

the tears start to flow

farewell my lovely

worm casts

an eye

over the grass

      summer solstice

equinox still poles apart

       winter solstice

the deep grave closes

a shallow thought books my room

laugh I nearly cried

my hut:

so small upon the ocean

offers me the horizon

seduced by Lobelia

breakfast dressed in midnight blue 

that summer solstice

restless busy bee

do you ever think why me

a fading wreath

the sun has gone in

I have swallowed my chewing gum

got a splinter in my toe

woe is me for I am unsung and

stung in the rummaging of the words 

a tanka

children run and run

cow bells across the meadow 

milk teeth and wind chimes 

last year’s cuttings

planted at thanksgiving time 

now saying thank you

blue sky

clouds of daisies

the heavy roller

old photograph

that lovely smile

a dead likenesses

old photograph

that lovely smile

if you only knew

without news

you are dead

the bad news said

the door is ajar

a black and night cat dithers
witches are moonbeams

big toothache

the dentist makes small talk

how painful it is

daisies 

nay heaven

sonny boy

at the porch light

a moth and his ancestors

mountains of the moon

geranium

retinal detachment 

laser beam

cormorants walking 

on the bay grey seals bobbing 

heavy snow

the sea

blood runs

rocks wait

the stones

are in our bones

feel them

listen

the sea is calling 

meow 

life’s bifurcation 

not taking the serious seriously 

jester minute 

I saw a group of children on the beach today with seagulls foraging further along the beach. When the fun started they both screamed - running and flying about as a mirror image of each other. They seemed to be entangled like quantum particles.

under sand that all

are grains in the firmament 

footfall remembers 

#haibun

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haibun

poem

another grain of sand

on the beach

the children

the seagulls 

screaming

the   stalking   cat

steps upon an ant

roll of the dice

a butterfly 

we take a picture

but it’s gone

global warming 

the human race drops

the burning baton

global warming 

cinders shall go to the ball

the stroke of midnight

lost in a dark place

old pages refuse to burn 

the moon will rise soon

blackest night black 

the cold star jigging alone 

piccolo piccolo

walking aid mirror

the empty room reflects

forget-me-nots

beneath big windows

eating a long day alone

le café finalé

the changing climate 

plastic grass in the playground 

swings and roundabouts 

the tight shoelace refuses to open until worn

in the fire of words

smouldering tear stuck pages

re-ember the night

snivelling scribbler

all along the moonbeam write

I am a great poet

inside outside cat 

the door to eternal strife

kicking the habit

the cat’s fur makes my fingers purr

hills under skies 

hills under seas

understand 

the cup hovering

saucer collecting the tears

the deaths column

phallus-less conkers 

in the blue wane of autumn 

bruised knuckle strings

the wind in the chimes 

no one can catch the wind

the deaf man nodding

the wind in the chimes 

no one can catch the wind

the blind man nodding

nodding acquaintance 

arum lilies wind’s bouquet 

white cups of sun rain 

#haiku #triptych 

the swelling plums

bough down to the floor

crack on harvest time

the man prays alone

this last man is not alone

chapel doors nailed 

last tear the longest

drops silently and slowly

why the dry eyes why

stare long and the heavens will move

only when we look away does the sun move

sunday morning rain

summer tears from calvary 

praying please stop soon

bass drum violins

black flash clouds a sliver sea

thunderous applause

tap, tap, tap, the blind man’s stick blinks

street boys darkening

neon louche in gutters long

grandad’s toothless comb

no moon in this rain

and still the dogs are howling

sleep’s window closes

at the edge of night

either side of life’s light

darkness alights

the cat in the box

on the dark side of the room

her presence is tense

songs that bring tears of

arriving and departing

a lover’s moon

the spectacles of history fail to correct our short-sightedness

the spark from flints

poets rubbing two dry sticks

the moon comes closer

the telescope

takes the moon from my poem

the textbook slams shut

this pearl blank page 

palimpsest of yesterday

moon the eraser

the lightening tree

falling black from light

then buttercups

for every flower a bee

for every bee a flower

overpopulation forgotten

bees and the ants dance

the flowering sun lies heavy

war of the roses

the flowers cat nap

blackbirds branch out in song

Joseph’s coat 

the hesitant gull

pebbled flotsam of the sea

eating an apple 

bong

look an email from myself

return to sender

bong

look an email from myself

address unknown 

look pussy a mouse 

wait now wait now here it comes

now come back here now

darker and darker

the longest day has lost its way

a rent in the curtain

the final result

a terrible apostrophe 

at the end of time’s