Misty rainy clings in confusion to my old town. It doesn't know whether to hang around in the air or to fall upon the ground and polish the pavements with an oily sheen. Consequently, the town is in soft focus, which may be no bad thing. I'm not quite yet ready for my close up.
Wednesday 16 October 2024
Sunday 13 October 2024
SUNDAY WORSHIP
My body is a temple
But I've no wish to flatter
I have no congregation
I just pray I don't get fatter.
My body is a temple
I sing Abide With Me
But Time says sing the other one,
Nearer, My God, To Thee.
Thursday 10 October 2024
WHERE IT ENDS AND WHERE IT BEGINS
There must be that one breath
That is our last breath
Before we fall asleep.
There must be that one breath
That is our last breath
Before we then awake.
Wednesday 9 October 2024
Friday 4 October 2024
TINY HOTEL BEDROOM TEACUPS
I feel like a giant
In hotel stays
Their cups are tiny
I have to say
I feel quite silly
With their contribution
I wonder if
They're Lilliputian?
Wednesday 2 October 2024
Sunday 29 September 2024
Timerise and Timeset
Early in the morning, when you're gently pulled from that deep, perdurable sleep, where concepts of past, present and future are meaningless; that's Timerise.
And when you surrender again late in the same day and are softly guided back to that realm; that's Timeset.
Wednesday 25 September 2024
COMFORT GROANS
the comforting creaks from my stairs groan to meet me
just one of the funny old ways that it greets me
I'm grateful and thankful, they put me at ease,
not least 'cos they mask the old creaks from my knees.
Monday 23 September 2024
TINY HORSE
I thought I saw a tiny horse
But then to my dismay
I was wrong it was, of course,
Simply far away.
Friday 20 September 2024
BOBBY CHARLTON GRASS
The grass in my garden looks tired and weary. Having been well used and tramped down over the summer months it looks patchy in places. Leaves have started to litter the lawn and nearly cover some of the bald spots in what I can only assume is the gardens attempt at a comb-over.