as eyes seize it
nape of your neck
in the foothills of desire
a kiss trickles
lit by a sunbeam
down behind the log fire
a cobweb
so you are dead
one hundred sacks of a life
have passed away
a sunbeam
kiss me quick
now slowly
so many faces
the dead seen are everywhere
not one is alive
your yorkshire terrier
just ate my aching heart
i so long to write
cemetery
in the bare trees
a woodpecker
extraction
old man tries to brush a tooth
that isn’t there
childhood photos
not knowing it was the past
just then
childhood cartoons
one of the voices has died
and also my dreams
walking on old roots
talking to my friend the tree
treading carefully
my wife
in the next room
likes ❤️ my tweets
theatres of war
the carnage of espionage
spying for covid
the sun
a red wall
is afire
sun is out at last
the birds get on with nesting
cheer up cheer up
cleaning our glasses
we avoid loving glances
for a while
red tear
upon the camellia wind
such sorrow
daffodils
man in the hi viz jacket
mends my internet
mars landing
360 around the garden
surmising
yeast of the sunrise
the blackbird rats across the patio
faster than a rat
etc etc
all along the tide line
et cetera
glorious sunrise
raining by coffee time
sipping it down now
the world is dying
no one will be left to say
he was a poet
lockdown
a jet overhead
the cat runs in
haiku
a small bigness of smallness
bud on a bonsai
after my bath
i sit and compose haiku
about my swim
they say that
when he sits alone he asks
who are they
a thought
leaves upon a breeze
then another
oh to be that rock
flying through space forever
in the dark
@BaitTheLines
black and white photo
kiss me quick hat at the fair
i colour up
lighting a candle
i find the spiders house
inside my house
after a sea swim
using my back scratcher
a big smile
fallen tree
the path takes a diversion
through the wild garlic
the giant wave
the one i dare not enter
the bird flies over
i’ll sit here until a thought takes me
this wind
neither winter or spring
but buds
vaccinated
I am now a statistic
of the better kind
oh those children
sometimes so very cruel
i was once a child
how cruel to remember
sometimes we were to
the curry is simmering
warm expectations
it’s landed!
my wife’s covid jab
out of this world
all the moon poems and now Mars
darkness the down in light’s blanket
heavy rain
the wood pigeon shelters
under one wing
sunshine at last
the gravestones are warming
a woodpecker knocks
after a cold swim
all the aches and pains go
and then come back
ripple fishing
floating a moon poem
waiting for bites
magpies
de-twigging winter trees
nesting time
mist trees
making nothing deep
deeper
ahh a cake knife
ever so aunt Agatha
thank you Jeeves
kneading the dough
the cat circles to sleep
a winter’s afternoon
misreading -
a line in a poem
becomes a poem
cat photograph
trying to orientate
yoga poses
to love is to go
there and back again
and there just there
everything in threes
and you can count on the cat
to respond
first flakes
the countdown begins
a cold swim
the dead poets
we try to read their faces
they never reply
yoga pose
a giant spider walks past
the up cat
beast from the east
even the dogs pee is frozen
a bracing sea swim
will it be a big book?
asks the child
all of my sadness
given to the sea’s indifference
for safe keeping
what are words but magnets to constrain the torus of a thought
the dead spider
spinning on a cobweb
lives twice
maybe
counting the first snowflakes
art nouveau
with tiles missing
yesterday’s film
I am the pebble
on the bottom of the pool
talking of ripples
the snow is coming
look how the sky grows heavy
children learn patience
out late with my pals
look how far our torches shine
misty evening
wet day
the cat counts rain rings
all afternoon
filling the bath
checking that the crumb
is not a spider
snow
changes everything
mo ment arily
mount fuji you are
bigger than a small haiku
smaller than a big haiku
often clouded in snow
how often do dreams
end in the death of a day
deepening in snow
counting sleep
maybe maybe maybe
tomorrow
smaller than big haiku
