Saturday, 22 January 2011

just a poem

Can this be seaside sunlight?

The south-east sky so blue,

I can see it in a window

Spring white, light green

Leaves and blossom waving in the wind

Much more than anything that window scene

That square of shifting white and blue and green

And they say, more and more are we

Remember things that you have never seen

And long for things beyond the dream of dreams

Sun and sky and wind and trees

We are beyond your time,

Beyond your mind,

Beyond your reach.


now

this
is the soap in the bath moment

little effort for an ungrasped statement
a little bit of i -don’t- know
but the feeling of slippery now and its inarticulate especiality,

so much has been ruled out

in the time lag between the line and its inscription,

the maybe and the risk of the decision

to face the light

not now,
but in a million cold dawns,

bereft of reminiscence

Friday, 21 January 2011

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

entererd in error

something nothing to do with the sense and aim of this blog thing- vile word blog- got in by mistake but it is replaced by this as the only way of deleting it that i can come up with