as eyes seize it
a bird lands
as another petal falls
a butterfly flies
the past
everything
it was going to be
every cat
has a mad half hour
mammy said
rich chocolate
my blood sugar recovers
a day of afternoons
the church is locked
there is no room at the inn
get out go away
for that one moment
my thought of you returned
to where you left it
the fly
that was there is still there
the spider has gone
the spider
the fly has gone
a grim reminder
my tacit tactic is now beliefs and not tactics
a blood red petal
pressed between the pages
of the memorial book
every world
slowly brushing my mind
at the edge of tides
around
a smidgen of light
midges
this hush
is tethered to the earth
on a sun thread
taking my boat out
until my boat comes in
to silence me
older than me
younger than the rock
this tree
paracetamol
the emperor’s new clause
for effect
building a temple
to the god of maybe
just in case
after the rain
in the bamboo breeze
more rain
a curled up haiku
on the cushion beside me
the cat is snoozing
wrinkled old lady
with shorts and a sun tan
swimmer in autumn
pigeons scat ter
followed by a butterfly
windfalls
ten thousand suns
have fallen full of summer
autumn smiles
in the catacombs
and in the ossuaries
good intentions
the monsoon arrives
welsh rain keeps a welcome
in the hillsides
they thought
they had bought
the dictator
delusion
one day we’ll not be
deluded
they go
geese over snow
sundown
royal banquet
definitely not on the menu
their just deserts
the locked church gate
is it to keep sinners put
or to keep god in
genocide confirmed
here are the football results
killed overnight
black dress
she picks at the fluff
that isn’t there
her black dress
he picks at the fluff
clutching for a straw
that floats just out of reach
the stream quickens
the epstein files
they are forever guilty
with no release
heavy rain
perfect sunday afternoon
for a snooze
undulating river
the weeds are flowing like
a corrugated boat shed
welcome back
my home tongue gets
around llych
torn between
the cat and the mouse
my ambivalence
neon and off
without a rain puddle
it’s just tarmac
under the stones
newts
full moon
without a puddle
roots
under leaves
tripped up summer
thunder showers
how the windfalls are shining
enticingly
counting the leaves
i lose count of the days
so many tears
candlelight
midwives counting down
to the new year
pen and blotter
the ink bombs fallout
boring lesson
thundery showers
making apple crumble
the nights draw in
lightening !!
it’s OK pussy cat
thunder !!!
it’s OK
there there
fat wood pigeons
pecking an autumn lawn
thunderheads
a fig
in a pool
in the yard
i wrote a poem
then i read it to my cat
she never woke up
my wife regularly
puts her hand into my brain
and rustles my thoughts
aspidistra
greening an afternoon
on a wet sunday
septuagenarian
life’s cares fall away
nearly there
wet night
the apple bowl
full to the brim
greening a dust dark room
i woke up in a poem
and i cannot get out
because i don’t want to
an old cat snakes
across the dampening grass
rising wind
another cold night
if the clouds did not wander
the moon would stand still
slowly in the depth
through the wide sliding doors
the garden moves me
new sparrows proclaim
as the cat chews the dew
summer oversleeps
the butterflies undulate
a magpie disagrees
autumn
the sunflower is snapped
gathering seeds
childhood’s gate
which way shall we today
naughtiness asks
military parade
who can pee the highest
the ironic curtain
dying
without a god
is so lonely
soon to be laid out
never to be lied out
calm lake
the lilly pad a parasol
over the moon
the road sweeper
yesterday’s important bits
into the bin of history
wet fly
the frog eats the stars
lilly pad
the loco
in the museum
moves me
prime
the van driver delivers
pop music
a butterfly’s shadow
on the autumn breeze
a star twinkles
in the corner of my eye
a memory
rain spots
on the blank page
now there’s a story