Poem 63- I'm just going to write a nice one ...

I’m just going to write a nice one…

I’m happy today, as usual but today
It’s more. Maybe it’s because
I’m nearly finished with this bit
With this section
All the good stuffs getting closer
Maybe it’s because I know what I
Have gained in this short and long time
Maybe it’s because I woke up
Feeling lucky to be me
And maybe that’s because it’s
Sunny, outside and I feel like its sunny
In this house, in my room, in my head and on my
Bookshelf.

Poem 62- Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect

If you haven’t been to the shops
For a while… does that
Make it harder to go?
If you are a zoologist and you
Don’t see an animal for a bit
Are you any less knowledgeable about
Bestial matters?
If you’re always late does that make
It less legitimate for if
You manage to be on time
And if you have forgotten how
To be excited by love
How to sleep in bed next to
Someone. Or how to remember to
Automatically fit someone in to your
Days, life and thoughts,
Is love,
As easy
The
Next time?

Poem 61-Together or apart

Together or apart


I thought we had made some progress
When you bared your soul to me
Something had changed
It was easier, kinder, nicer
For a while
And now you have reverted
To type, the reason I chose you in the first
Place, your serious,
Socially awkward,
Sensitive nature, and my
Response to your continued
Self remains
Upset by the actualities
Confused at how affected
Yet unaffected you are
By our encounter

I wait in anger, hope and fear
That it will evolve in to
Something better than it was
Even before we made the mistake of trying to be
Happy

Together or apart

Poem 60 - Words in the Sand (a poem originally written with a stick in the sand on a beach in Ireland maybe there will be photos to follow)

Words in the Sand

We sit
Time
Stops
Only us
In this
Quiet
And magical
Place
Stay a
While
Rest a
While
Love a
While
My life
With you
Perfection

Poem 59 -Singing barefoot at the food festival

Singing barefoot at the food festival

Oh, the jokes we made
About that place
With a friendly smile
We made light of the simplicity of
Country life
But when ensconced
Never had we felt
So pleased to
Be where we were
With the roosters for sale
The barbecues alight
And me, my flip-flops left
Under the only table
As the smoke came of the grill
As a child sat on the ground
Scooping handfuls of dirt in to
His mouth
I sang as loud as I could to the sounds of
A parochial guitar
And hope's extinction was further away than ever
As I bounced
To the rhythm
My toes on the pebbles