a depiction of dereliction

 a depiction of dereliction 

where we were

there is no one there 

(were we there at all)

not at all at all

over to you

over the fence

by the wall

leave me a note

sometime

Opposites

 opposites

poles apart

top and bottom

positive and negative 

circumnavigate the one 

and you’ll get to the other 

attraction repels 

repulsion attracts

the boat docks

and offloads departure

embarkation leaves a thought

poles apart our love is stretched 

… you tell me yours

… and i’ll tell you mine

such a lot of it

about turn 

it is time is is

 

is it time it is

just  now   here 

at this point in time

everything is

   just perfect

in the sun morn

the easterly laughing

uproarious at the cherry blossom

in a giggle of pink snow

my cuppa placed just so

cat snoozing alongside

the close distance of     of

   soft music 

a breath so deep it is a sea cave

full of sky blue

if there is more

i cannot put my finger on it

there are too many blossoms

stopping me just in time

t i   m      e

water discourse

water discourse

the river 

is longing 

for the sea

the sea

is longing 

for the mountains 

the mountains

are longing 

for snow

the lake

wants to be 

the sea

the sea

wants to be

the lake

waves of clouds

over the mountain’s

reign  

poetus operandi

 poetus operandi 

quietly patiently a poet

waiting in the reeds

with a decoy and a quacker 

until a thought alights

then bam! bam!

giving it both barrels

out it comes

 out it comes

and then it comes

slowly at first

the incoming smile 

then in full spate

my arms open wide

an intake of breath 

salts the main brace 

of another great swim

A ride on the tube ~ a prose poem

 A ride on the tube ~ a prose poem

Subliminal; buried beneath the noise is the noise. Everyday’s commute muted as the mundane. The track of a thought is caught whereas the clatter of the track’s squealing becomes nought. The lullaby of the carriage swaying my eyes to close upon the dark windows. The dark thoughts of the person behind the opposite reflection are an eye into my dark thoughts. Ad_um_brated the points clatter and I smile inside at my growing collection of words. The lighted reflection of the clamour of laughter lightens my demeanour. Now there’s a word for my essay I smile surreptitiously. Now there’s another word I think and that thought smiles into the light of the next platform. Not my stop. Don’t want to stop this merry go around of abstracted creativity. Even as the cables outside undulate into the next tunnel my smile is personalised to me alone. Not one snake knows me or my thoughts I think, neither I theirs. This black and white journey colours my thinking. We all sway in unison our separation lost in the timelessness of our thoughts. Schuum ~ the doors open ~ I get off on it again.