Wednesday 29 July 2020

Tuesday 28 July 2020

Sunday 26 July 2020

i’ve caught the fact
that i don’t want to catch it
i hope others do

as the cat

emerges from under the blanket

the empire strikes back

‪black pads they were‬
‪we killed their dawns with our shoes‬
‪but they came again‬

Saturday 25 July 2020

after the rain

the lavender bounces back

then the bees return

in search of happiness 

i return home to find a

spider in my bed

muggy night

thoughts stuck to the windows 

of my mind 

did basho 
ever picture me reading him
today and thinking
who will read me when i write
armageddon 

Friday 24 July 2020

‪beans grow on shit‬
‪then we go and eat them‬
‪producing more shit‬
under the mountains 
the fisherman reflecting
on the sunset
forever 
the day we said forever
do you remember 
forever and a day and
that ‘and a day’ is today
‪and so he walks past‬
‪that past that we imagine‬
‪that he imagined‬

amethyst
this lavender bobbing day
under the bees
‪the old poet‬
‪reading his words asks‬
‪who wrote this‬

Thursday 23 July 2020

Wednesday 22 July 2020

Monday 20 July 2020

Saturday 18 July 2020

my mind walks further
than my legs will carry me
back home
the hook goes down
deep into the darkness 
to catch no idea
getting older 
i calculate the poets’ ages
and how long ago
second waterfall
much bigger than the thirst
pours forth
‪unlocked‬
‪how the zoo animals feel‬
‪lockdown‬
‪tea ceremony‬
‪the true meaning of water‬
‪drinking it in‬

Friday 17 July 2020

‪they know  yes  they know‬
‪the fattened birds of summer‬
‪and still they sing‬
the floater
swimming in my eye 
isn’t there
which part of me  is me
and who or what will tell me
which part will say
which part will listen
and what is in between
butterfly bush -
where why have the butterflies 
gone
greenfly 
under the silver birch
luncheon

Thursday 16 July 2020

time creeps by

buddah thinks about time

but not all the time

what is outside
the mirror of my mind 
reflecting on
what is here inside my mind
echoes ditto 
sleeping
in the valley of lust
tomorrow
everything 
there is nothing left to say
someone said
civilisations
the great poets of those times
still whispering 

Tuesday 14 July 2020

Monday 13 July 2020

Sunday 12 July 2020

inarticulacy 
that’s easy for you to say
i could have said

Saturday 11 July 2020

Friday 10 July 2020

Thursday 9 July 2020

the tales of ise
one hundred and twenty five
tears fell
today when i die
tomorrow will also die
and yesterday
then today gives up and dies
so where does that leave me
taught myself to write
tonight and tomorrow 
is another world
forgiving together
the molecules that are you
for this only instant
frogs in paris -
the autocorrect 
decomposes 
so precious is
time spent where time should be
is not spent time

for Patrica 

Wednesday 8 July 2020

so many sad poems

one hundred and twenty five

tears fell

‪Covid-19 in 2020‬
‪thousands of million’s of trillions‬
‪of trillion’s millions ‬
‪mr speaker speaker‬
‪i can announce announce‬

Tuesday 7 July 2020

between my ankles
the cat has stopped purring 
heavy with warmth

between my ankles
the hot water bottle 
that is my cat

reading with
the cat between my ankles 
i bookmark the page 

the cat and my book
which will close in sleep first
i must write that down

fulminating 

now that i have caught it

pandemic of news

cuckoo
feeding a gaping page
this poet
‪that stone‬
‪i could tell you what i see‬
‪but won’t‬

Monday 6 July 2020

Friday 3 July 2020

catches a mouse
then says ‘oh - look - a mouse’
cats are just ...
geraniums
through the rainy window
crying 
fresh snow
all the trees have faces
happy and sad
a shrine - 
the bell curve of belief
rings
haiku woodcuts
i read them upside down 
for a change
alone 
on the scaffold of my time 
i stand alone 
relax 
poor blackbird in the rain 
the cat is asleep
after coffee
i write a haiku
with a smile
pussy cat you are
morning afternoon night
awake at last
and by here
scratching the cat
and by there
geraniums
through the rainy window
smarting
storm
a geranium petal
begs to come in

Thursday 2 July 2020

teenagers
their voices arrive
before they do
summer wind
mowing pears and plums
no damn jam!
pussy cat - you 
claw my basal ganglia 
and back paw my brain 
you just this minute came in
now you want go out again