social media ~ just a moment
a moment is defined
by what went before
and by what may come after
but in that moment
there are no thoughts
of before or after
it is a vacuole
in the continuum
of thought
that came to me this very moment
before i read what you said
after what i said
well you all know
where this moment of inertia
is pointing at
autumn web
all the baby words
glowing
rushing in every direction
until the husk of the poem is left
degaussed of attraction
ten thousand new webs form
trapping ten thousand readers
but you knew that didn’t you
you said we would say that
and so we do
a poem fattens upon its readers
and
flattered by a pregnant pause
it is springtime again
the glass cabinet
infant school’s first lesson
there were drums in the music cabinet
they gave me the triangle
to ding ding ding listen
the world is a shop window
and you have not the mental money
and yet ……… ding !
come back
oh come back to my past
and ride a three wheeler with me
i’ll call you by another name
and you can call me silly
but its not silly is it
please say it isn’t
to peddle a dream
an old dream of a young love
but it wasn’t you
was it?
mirrorball
turning in the fast music
turning in the slow music
always at the same pace
reflections come
reflections go
with stuporific regularity
images imagine images
imagine a mirror ball
sharing nothing at all
but everything in the dance hall
is spinning laughter’s daughter
and sunny boy sunny boy
maybe tonight maybe
it takes an age
at 6 you want to be 7
at 10 you want to be a teenager
at 20 you just want to have fun
at 30 the car the house
the family
from then on etc becomes etc
then at a certain age
you no longer have an age
just thoughts
about the past
but mostly about your glasses
the book of times
observe
how quiet the dust is
settling light
a prodigal thought demands
the vellum of the fatted calf
to bind yon book of parables
leaves rolling upon stoney ground
or waiting upon these ebony shelves
bending reads in the winnowing of time
a long sigh at the end of a finger
pointing at the inner sanctums
that books hold dear
so quietly is a quietly finger
running down the faded golden spine
of a book of all our times
locked by a grasped clasp
Just had a buffet with the Gower Walking Festival people at the coffee shop and restaurant Three Cliffs and the food was superb!! Highly recommend.
jennifer diamond
beyond the giant boundary of my tiny world jennifer diamond took me by the hand up the steps towards the slag tips to see the pool that a thrown shard of slag could turn into a splash ~ the ripples are still spreading 75 years later~ long after jennifer had died and left me alone with this sharp stone
an exhibit at an exhibition
there attendant is
an exhibit that moves
occasionally
from one gallery to another
it’s a long word
sometimes he needs help
with the double doors
a thousand words?
a photograph as an image
is a collage of thoughts
rolling like leaves under a waterfall
first this one on top then another
merging in the shadows of depth
words
become river banks
become
rocks that the water falls over
as the river runs away with a thought
of words describing words as
dogs running along the bank
barking at the leaf boats
going over the falls
take courage stare crazy
reading the image through a magnifier
at the wrong end of a binocular
still now ~ smile ~ steady ~~ steady!
CLICK
there you are
laundry womb
the washing machine
its innards gurgling
the room becomes a womb
then all at once
everything starts spinning
and thump jumping
as the waters break
through the bent tube
i make my move
when prose says a word please
you wait for a word
then two come along
they are so full of themselves
no wait
there will be another along soon
but soon is a long short
soon you will get it
says prosody
be gone
two words say
be done
here’s one word for you
stupid stupid stupid
now look what you gone an done
so every poems repeats
soon soon
Gower Walking Festival 2026
to walk release on the winds of breath
come rain or shine the euphoria of being led
by leaning upon the words of a guide across
a palimpsest of paths freshly reappointed
from far and wide they converge
upon conversation’s terrain to uncoil
as a group along a line to where the
sea’s amalgam sands the landed sky
drawn along in a pause we wait
for our ears to grow accustomed to
words that paint a picture within a picture
to be handed a seance of times bygone
funny sunny or bane of rain
heads lift hearts sore
for a poem has captured more
so much more than i can say
they say ~ ~ thank you ~ thank you all
more walks if you please
so that we can chat and stride
along tides and fields and trees
rambling along a rambling wave
time and again we say
thank you all
from all of us
