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Rain
Heavy rain:
Drip for the garden,
Drop for the lawn:
Drum roll for the garden,
Refreshing frogpaddle pond,
Falling future for
Sun-parched ground.
I’m remembering a
Storm-hammered, crowded,
Noisy, light blue bus
Leaving a street market
In Yesterday’s-Gone,
No-Promise country;
A lover’s farewell:
“The skies cry,”
Biting back youngblood tears,
Biting passion-bruised lips,
“When good friends part.”
Drip for the past,
Drop for the present,
Drum-roll for the memory,
Reviving yesterday’s dancers,
Refreshing history’s dreams.
31/7/2013
Photo: www.newtopwallpaapers.com
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Forecast?
Suit in the corner,
Tie loosened off some,
Folding his papers,
Turns around, announces:
“Looks like it’s
Going to rain.”
Sole-thin
Cowboy boots,
Balanced on the
Edge of a bar-stool
Looks into his
Amber glass.
“Ain’t likely
This time o’ year.”
Slow, drink-studied drawl.
Seen-better blonde,
Behind the counter,
Been wipin’ the same
Shot-glass for thirty minutes
Is thinking -but quietly –
“In my neighbourhood, boys,
It’s been raining for years.”
Cruel April
Funny how green
Can bleed from red,
Life can sprout
From the frozen and the dead.
Cruel April is here,
Lamb-killer’s neighbour,
Freedom’s grim and tenacious
Marauder missionary;
Demanding faith, seed and labour:
Fees for continued redemption and
Resurrection-summer order.
20/4/2013
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Stay Free
Wise white elf,
Gentle wizard of the
Broad snow plains;
Birthed in pale blizzard spring,
Raised on the ice permanent shelf:
Wilderness spirit
Stay free –
For your own sake,
And for mine.
7/1/2012
When I Ask
When I ask,
And, at some stage
I am sure that I will,
Please don’t tell me
How I feel.
The shades of black
That holly leaves go
In full-night
Belladonna moonlight.
However I ask,
If I threaten, plead,
Cajole, sulk, make promises,
Please don’t tell me
You understand.
The kind of moon –
White-queen faced
And flat –
You get when skies
Are clear and honest-cold.
2/9/2012
Those That Trust …
Those that trust the
Machines that look for
Patterns and make
Predictions
Forecast snow later today.
Those who use the
Statistics stored in the
Records to point the
Finger of blame
Say it’s all my fault:
That I travelled too far
On holidays;
Kept my family too warm,
Bought food out of season –
Because it was available:
All wrong!
Those who trawl the
Programs, pretending to
make sense of data are
Forecasting blizzards
This evening.
What do they want
Us to do?
Panic?
There’s nothing wrong –
And many things right –
About snow
As far as I’m concerned
We all have
Something we can learn:
If we dare …
If we care …
Beware!
12/3/2012
Droughtbreaker
Down the long, wide
Sky-horse plough rides,
From one past to another,
Demon-slow and angel-fast,
Droughtbreaker comes:
Chaos-helmed,
On electric-jagged legs
Singing thunder,
Bruising heaven.
Big traffic is
On the hoard roads;
I hear the cries of
Passing geese,
But belles will laugh,
Will curtsey and tumble
Before dawn.
And, rest assured,
Full moon will settle
The millpond surface again.
31/5/2012
