photographs in a gallery
steppingstone lightly
every image a quay
upon the river of an ideal
how the lights flicker on
at the back of one’s mind
stars in the wonderment
that match the reflections
in the eye of this photographer
with a hint that all is well
we feel the breeze
of her shutters
oh bituary
have they started
writing my obituary
there’s one more thing
that i didn’t say
but i wish that i had
my list of five submitted poems reads like a poem itself …
it might work
a couple of facts
rhetorical
amen
vigil’s end
your christmas gift again
there there
dear state pensioner
here’s £10
merry christmas
what?
a pension the same as those paid in europe
oh no ~ no chance
pat pat (on head)
take your £10
an be grateful
very grateful
bah humbug
glacial
calving
from the glacier of care
speeding away from the
sloe-blue flow my soul
nine tenths below the level
seen to be required to be normal
what weight of truth is this
that weighs down upright
for the heart melts slowly
in the sea of gone
we are gone
we have done it
melted away
together
it’s snow good
the thing with snow
is you never know
if it’s going to slow
down
it comes down
and down and down
and down
