Tuesday 28 April 2009

CANAL POEM NUMBER ONE

Somewhere beyond complacent lock gates a leaf detaches
From its tree, and ceases to be a consumer.
There is no sacrifice involved, only progress.
Stubbing's glossed curve awaits the kiss gentle enough
Not to cause a ripple. Soon decomposition and enrichment.

So will today's water become next year's summer wine.
So will we advance by being still.

Tuesday 7 April 2009

Monday 6 April 2009

CHOICE

(Dedicated to the memory of R.S. Thomas)

Only a lifetime's patience and respect
Might realise a worthy tilth, allow the
Momentory opening of truth's flower.
Worth the wait, I believe.

Friday 3 April 2009

HOW TIME BEHAVES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING FUN AND A CERTAIN KIND OF EPILEPTIC SEIZURE


There was this loop.


In the pointillist drizzle of a Todmorden day
People wearing weekday clothes moonwalked by
Burnley Road, drifted on the tarmac rivers making
The park rhyme.

There was this loop.
There was this loop.
There was this loop.
There w.......

The returning view through speckled window
Did not have its previous charm, but I noticed the bus had
Moved further along its route. "Much cheaper
Than watching at art movie." was my thought.