entreat

 entreat

you have entered my body

from the tips of my toes

to the last hair on my head

you have consumed me

we are burning brighter

than the supernova that made us

the waters above the earth

are flowing in my eyes

unstoppable magma fingers

consume the world

the vibrations of our hearts

the songs of the spheres 

have consumed us

sparking scions of tomorrow

each with a seed of our truth

then 

like a candle flickering in time’s night

although thought unquenchable

it will be quenched

alas returns to its haunt

a lone clock ticks

at the incongruity 

of half a pendulum’s 

stark frankness

photographs in a gallery

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

oh bituary 

have they started

writing my obituary

there’s one more thing

that i didn’t say

but i wish that i had 

a poem?

 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

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

 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

 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