what follows a thought flowing

 what follows a thought flowing

is there anything as slow

as a fast flowing stream

anything more like a dream 

of the banks of now and again

or the passing of time

like time passing 

in a dream of a stream 

that like this is flowing

ex-static

 ex-static 

a poem that takes me

to a place i have never been

a bridge over a generation 

that never meets in the middle

understanding the words

of the story unfolding

but ecstasy a word only

never a sensation 

for in my day it was drowned

a night out was a back door

into darkness 

ecstasy what’s that

not me

gladly

 gladly 

there are many things

almost too many things

that stir the heart

that raise the spirits

like sunshine upon the wind

a thought that it will return

but might not

but here it is in front of me

gladly come gladly

my son

shut that door

 shut that door

drafts are daft

daft are drafts

are drafts daft

daft drafts are daft

drafts of drafts are drafts

a draft of a draft is a draft

this is a daft draft

that needs redrafting

are you daft

must be a draft 

because i am not daft

am i a draft 

is frightening

but obviously a draft

eh?

bah you are daft 

a coppiced thought

 a coppiced thought

pruning my words

down to the coppice

of a tree’s branching 

into thoughts of spring

the old secateur’s creaking

there’s another one

and here’s another one

wattle be enough

to thatch this thought

that the seeds need trees

to branch and grow and flower

as sunhouses need roofs

where such thoughts as these can doze 

and doze and doze 

valentine’s day

 valentine’s day

(a welshman unsigned)

look i’m tellin ewe un eye

she dun know eye exists

so like i’m not

i’m not sending her none

his … majesty

 his … majesty

just shopped for it online

they only do secondhand 

hand-me-down thingys

bit stained and threadbare