two boys

fishing the anxiety 

of dusk

 is there a graph

of who understand graphs

piece of pie my dear

y axis our demise 

x axis time remaining

 i                m          per      cept  ibly                      dawn

 that last leaf

any minute now

now ~ now

 a shell out of place

becomes a home from home

for our house spider

 when eyes meet

rain drops shiver down necks

smiles glow

 another grey day

coming out of the dentist 

it starts to rain

 snow snow

whose footsteps are those 

silently fading 

 my mum had scars

she told me how she got them

but never how they felt

 forest sunbeam

so many butterflies

spin me around

 ladybird

my thoughts fly away home

a child’s fireside 

 these times are full of graphs and mellow forgetfulness 

 the shadow of a doubt in a breeze of thought

 in the dawn light

the pagoda is repainted

the reddest red

 glow on the cobbles

above the frosty roof

pink clouds

 ink evaporates 

on the poem’s death mask

clouds shadows run

 to have no importance is an important statement

 and then i found you

with your hand on a book’s breeze

lost in the turning

 global warming

cleaning the car

with cold water

 a picnic bench 

sitting on autumn leaves

in the steady rain

doggerel

stirring the icing

on the mistake

those war songs

so many ghostly voices 

lapping my thoughts 

 deep run my thoughts

floating black down in time

crymlyn bog

 will there be snow

before the world burns away

all my eyelashes 

 defined by tattoos

the miner’s hands veined the black

of his wheezy smile

 the sun

after a sun shower

left

the rainbow of your smile

reflected in the window

 for just one minute

a mirror shines a rainbow

into a dark corner

 november 

the cat comes in 

smelling of smoke

 old age 

my advent calendar’s

daily pills

 advent

planning ahead for christmas 

prescription calendar

 jet scream

streaming from the wing tips

compressed emotion

 funeral procession 

the rain runs down my neck

like their tears

 incoming tide

everything depends on the red gib

be alert

cobbling together a street i take a step

please don’t

 gale force 

how the shadows gesticulate

on the morning wall

 we mixed our tears of nostalgia and created a rainbow

 winter waiting at a red light

 marathon

ten thousand runners

leave me breathless 

too silently to

the new moon i make a wish

oh my grandchildren  

 we are in

the cat and i 

it is cold

 the thought of being enshrined is always a comfort

 sun set 

listening to the rain

dark thoughts

 the washing machine is making a funny noise

 almost

is as close as a poem gets

too almost

 let’s not argue

i don’t know either

let’s make it up

 wrapped morning

watching the shadows process

november remember

 a single brain cell is a mighty morsel

 around the water is an unfulfilled glass

 the misty way

that so far beckons 

now so irresistible 

 wars wars

my scrolling accelerates

antisocial media

 in the frost

the breath of a prayer

hangs

even when a bell rings

nothing moves

 cloudy

behind the mirror’s tears

silver flakes

 for so many tears

in the grey greying dust

crying dried

 a mountain rises

high above the river mists

over paddy fields 

 warm poem

cold tea

 black heart

then the sun comes out

on the sea shells 

 coming storm

the box is safely

inside the box

 crescent moon

ploughing through storm clouds 

my stream of thoughts 

 this autumn moon

ploughing through storm clouds 

my stream of thoughts 

 the act of redaction is a black art

red lifebelt 

black sky