summer rain

the inside of the door

streaming 

 what happened to

the eternal question asks

chrysalis shell 

 somewhere

in the infinity of chance

everything matters

 morning 

a fox cub

fast

 flowers

genuflecting 

drizzle 

 two candles

the bell tolled the hour

one burnt out

she wrapped the warp with the weave of a life unopened 

 on the hot bench

the memorial plaque burnt my back 

i remembered

 human remains found

what had left was never found

dogma discovered

 world war memory

an ancient tank on the green 

it’s gone now

 secondhand

a book of many snows

long ago 

 thick book

thin pages

many poems

 just when you realise there is nothing it ends

 in the drizzle

the bottle brush flares

searing the day 

 marinas

their offshore bank accounts

are safely moored

 a poet

looking for the last word

finds the first one

 portrait gallery

face of the unknown sitter

a curtained mirror

 ruined

from the derelict rice store

the stars spill

beside my poem

a snail spends its day

fast asleep

 show me so that i may see

 walking past

king’s road queen’s road

and a castle 

 hospice

dare i start a new book

same old story

look ~ outside the church

a yellow defibrillator 

 dew

on a cobweb

dream catcher 

 float fishing

with a poem for bait

still waters

 it just happens

that we make up the stories 

to explain it

 the beach boys

high tide of nostalgia 

in full flow

 phishing call

i hang up with a smug smile

the machine doesn’t care

 seaside

always the one big house

up above us all

 retrospective 

how dead words come alive

anon anon

 torrential rain

in the street of no footfall

thoughts run wild

 submersible 

the tip of the iceberg 

of our anxiety

submersible 

lost in the depths 

of our anxiety

 a poet

reading the poets

finds his space

 subliminal

the tip of an iceberg 

global anxiety

 a clever dick

collected a few limp aphorisms

then he died

 your dad 

was every thing you are not

yet you are a dad

 the affluence of the effluent is the elephant in the room

 good news

the bird that hit the window 

flew away

 all alone

with the monotonous voice

of a fan

 in a deprived area

there’s a road called paradise

angels rush in

 sunlight

catching a single flower

the cat comes in

 behind the badge 

there is another badge

asking is this me

 hayd feeber 

mis-hearing the weatherman 

sickening clouds

 over-abstraction

clichés buy one get one free

self-checkout

 outside the prison 

all the recycling bags

are torn

 over-abstraction

the clichés are burning

but it’s all OK ?????

 over-abstraction

hit like an express train

tumbleweed

 remember

if you ever need a temple

you are one

 a child

catching grasshoppers

pulls their legs off

 high tea

a hoverfly holds my gaze

around the cake stand

 obdurate 

the cat is siting

where the brush goes

 breakfast tea

opening a summer window

to let a bee out

 sun shower

at the bus stop a rainbow 

of coloured scarves

 hot day

an air ambulance flies over

the cat rolls over

 hot day

a fly comes in

goes out

 the tweet

that was retweeted

is not the tweet

 the cat goes out

poses in the morning sun

then comes back in

 there are times

when we just sit together

waiting

 the sage is pruned

ten thousand whiteflies 

search for a new home

 sometimes

there is no way in or out

it just is art

 fledgelings

their very first rain shower

juicy worms 

 sunshine

across the channel

a fog horn

 tendril is the night

for the depopulation of assumption 

has eaten the sky

 then i discovered

there was nothing new to know

many years had passed

 ants in the yard

dead flies on the wooden floor

the drought continues

 delayed arrival

the flashing blue lights on a

contraceptive machine 

 summer day

five tanks in a convoy

transport my thoughts

 the rubbish cart

reverses up the silence

speaking welsh 

 making a list

of all the fates of the earth

such a long list

 pruning tomatoes

on a glasshouse morning 

in june 

 a fly 

visits a flower

i walk past

 many mirrors

deep in the garden’s darkness

a thousand dawns 

 the chairs

where no one sits

aging quietly 

 why is my shadow black

when all my thoughts are coloured 

 by your presence 

 the bus

on battersea bridge

forever returning

 purrp purrp 

many sparrows arrive

in the plum tree

 the little bud

does not know

that leaves fall

turning over

between the covers

sweet dreams 

between the covers

my child discovers

her secret garden

 the cat i belong to

drinks from the red watering can

in the greenhouse

 summer

street dinning

in bristol 

 june morning 

ten thousand violas

turn to face the sun

 on a cat cushion morning in june 

 bloody fool

running up the hill

i fell over