It’s almost 3 weeks,since lockdown…I had good intentions of doing lots of new things….some I have done, others have dropped off my radar. Today’s poem is a haiku about this….
Occasionally it strikes me that this is all realit’s not a film that I would avoidI can’t shut the book in disbelief and rail against the trite and lazy drawing of characters in this play.A farce without exit doors but lots of slamming –no green man running.Instead we think of our grandparents and how their…
I wonder if we would have got on if we had met before before I became this before I lost that before I understood what time ticking means before the hand sweeping round to me, Past you. I think we would have chimed. Perhaps a different tune. But in time. In time.￼
I look through my emails. They scatter through space, Breadcrumbs. The twisting route to show the way i have been, The tributaries that twine together and ply their way Through needles and rocks and over flat plains of solitude, Lapping me now. Not waiting for permission as they crackle in the dark. Night mode not…
I wrote this a while ago but i think it ahem, resonates now. Sound travels faster in the night Pushing its waves through black Pleating as it goes Folding the stillness Audio origami Ridges to bridges Short cut into chords Held tight inside bars Still dark a straight channel Slicing time spent All actions have…