BEFORE THE DAWN

I wake up to a painted morning 

They've covered all nooks and all cracks

You can choose any colour - fair warning - 

Any colour as long as it's black.

NOTHING PERSONAL

Me, Myself and I

Are laying in bed

I roll over Myself

And push Me out

Myself looks at Me

While Me and Myself

Stare at each other

I push Myself out too

I am finally alone in bed

But then Alone walks in...

TODAY I'VE LEARNED...

...I'm too tall to be a spy at 6ft2. Apparently MI5 set a height limit of 5ft11. I'm more disappointed than I thought I would be, though I actually really want to be a spy.

I'll stick to writing.

Licence To Quill.

THIS LIGHT

 

This light, this delicate light

burst from a broiling Sun

five hundred seconds ago

Bouncing off bursts of radiation

avoiding cosmic obliteration.

This light, this delicate light

falls at my slippered feet

by my back door

It travels no more.

WORDWORK

 

The poet works with rhyme and words

As a carpenter would work wood

Planing meaning out of verse

As a good word-worker should.

BREATH

It's cold enough for my breath to freeze. I silently exhale, and the words I might've used vanish into the air. I  breathe in, worried I might need them later. Birdsong elicits no such lost, frozen, dictation. In sync with nature, their perfect song inhabits a wordless world.

THURSDAY

Not as cool as Friday

When the weekend starts

But knocks the socks off Monday

When the fun departs.

CRUMBLY

 

Vol-au-vents are terribly crumbly

Served at parties by all and sundry

I can eat three, no, possibly four

Though most of them land upon the hosts floor.

TRUNK

Memory. A trunk you can't fill. Nothing is thrown away. You might not be able to find the colour of the coat you wore on your 1st day at school, nor the name of the 2nd girl you kissed. But they are there. Beneath your kids names, your favourite pet, and the 1st girl you kissed.

WATCHING

 The sky at light. You can have it in any colour as long as it's blue.(whisper it) It's yet to be troubled by cloud or by noise. It almost shimmers, or maybe it shivers, as a rising sun applies rouge. A fussing parent watching over an infant child watching over an infant world.