Saturday 29 February 2020

out with the boys
every song a different pub
puking up
a different pale ale
a different bog 
sad 
daffodils going over
old school days
remembering 
the poet’s poems
we die a little
listening 
for words that have not been said 
whispering them
hail - sun - well met
radio evening
coronavirus advice
outside a bird sings
‪the poet’s grave‬

‪there‬
‪where he lies buried‬
‪is a lie over only bones‬
‪it is we that lie ‬
‪there‬
scratching the app
to find the right solution
never a crossword

Friday 28 February 2020

Thursday 27 February 2020

Wednesday 26 February 2020

Friday 21 February 2020

sketch pad
every time i draw the sea
it fades away
lily pond 
the carp with silver lips
swallows the moon
snowflakes and sunlight
gone before they were there
winsome springtime 
dog days are dying
their eyes o their eyes
am i the only one
in the love
of the little things
it is            

is it
in the little things
that we find love
two black cats
waiting in the snow
for the moon
‪a kite surfing day‬
‪the wind’s ambivalent
companionship‬
‪‬

it is knot
my palms on my elbows
warm in thought
storm 
the tree becomes a seat
lost in fraught

starlings
on the golf course
holes in one
storm promenade 
daffodils covered with sand
grains of truth

Thursday 20 February 2020

frog spawn
when black eyes are smiling
warmer days
February squall
one boot on and one boot off
so the rain is wet
bowed of back
the workman’s road through life
in dignity
‪who owns the horizon?
‪the land, the sea, or the sky?
‪or my eye  says i 
rain puddle
the daffodils shiver
sunny side up
wind chimes
taking my mind away
from this storm

wind chimes 
how gentle are your tings
on this stormy night

the wind chimes
a thousand storms this winter
will it ever end

Saturday 15 February 2020

every day
i walk into the sea
one day i will stay

snow cold
the sea knows
it waits

sea salt
on my skin
is so lovely

we are in fact
seventy percent water
an inland sea

last swim
as life ebbs away 
i am stranded
the cat
sitting in the rain
being a cat
after the rain
the tassel dries
in the wind

Tuesday 11 February 2020

Friday 7 February 2020

‪snow in headlights‬
‪one hundred miles per hour ‬
‪even when parked‬
Schrödinger's haiku
both pinned and released
yours and mine
‪poet‬
‪grit in an oyster shell‬
‪of pearls‬
‪the poem‬
‪does not exist‬
‪until written‬
‪the sins of the father‬
‪thinked‬
daffodils whisper
there’s a storm on the way
they all nod

the moon a button on the bodice of the night
an octopus
encircling the earth 
vapour trails

Thursday 6 February 2020

not intended
i wake up from a nap
i never took
the fire is angry
i choke it off at the vent
dissembling it
frogspawn stirs
under the full moon’s eye
a spring tide
‪quite something‬
‪when your realise that‬
‪nothing is nothing‬
cliché cliché in
every poem known to man
is laid to rest
when the tears deem to dry
the pen leaves only blots 
wisdom?
about life and death?
there is none
this where cows live
running down to the gate
my love
slate roof
a quilt of frosty pigeons
waiting for dawn
microplastics 
high crimes and misdemeanours 
y’all
‪‬impeachment
‪the term misdemeanour ‬
‪exonerated ‬

Tuesday 4 February 2020

Monday 3 February 2020

Saturday 1 February 2020