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Blue Umbrella
sun shines down on love
rain spatters lonely grief
only my blue umbrella's
a consolation and relief
she's left me for another
I'm stuck in a Scotch mist
imagining her in his arms
the passion of their tryst
but for my blue umbrella
I'd sink down and drown
or reach for my hat and
decamp to another town
the storm rages overhead
my umbrella keeps m...
Saturday 20th February 2021 11:17 am
Shade Darkening To Shadow
Life in the shade was good
Your fame left me aglow
Finding you loved another
Dealt my ego a heavy blow
I thought love was exclusive
Deceit turned me to a saddo
No more your sole princess
Shade darkening to shadow
Now shade enfolds my rival
She enjoys your reputation
Seeking not the limelight
Knowing what is her station
Maybe I wanted too much
E...
Saturday 24th October 2020 11:16 am
Grey Areas
Like piano keys my perspectives were
All or nothing black or white
Molehills or mountains
As much shade as a desert
The colour-blind empire of a
Benevolent despot
It took a disaster but now
I see grey areas sometimes
They match my hair
Wednesday 20th May 2020 11:46 am
My Old Beech
This tree
is old
It knows its time but has grown in the ancient hedge
escaping the billhook and the thresher blade
standing 'gainst the farmer's pledge
that every stem should be neatly laid
This tree
is wise
It is as large as it needs to be and no more
its spread has grown to contain all of its leaves
and each year it grows to store
just as many leav...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 3:52 pm
The Imperfect Gardener
The Imperfect Gardener
Someone once said, long ago or last week,
that it's futile on a finite and populous planet
to seek a truth, or a finely polished apple,
in the still-life-on-canvas we daily behold,
and by such uncouth behaviour
we are mostly confounded, and fail to grapple.
So we're prisoners here, in uncounted millions,
unable to leap high or fast enough to...
Sunday 5th November 2017 1:25 am
The Fire and the Rose
The Fire and the Rose
If death greets us singly, one-by-one, alone
And asks why we should not be taken back,
The brave will say (or else the wiser grown)
That little terror lies along that track;
Since each knows well he lives in separate rooms
Though sometimes letting others stay awhile,
But still the doorway closes as a tomb
Excludes affliction, slights the sinner's ...
Thursday 26th October 2017 1:05 pm
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