He’d be lost without repetition. Squirrelling away information Always guarantees success? Sitting in his talking chair He is never short of a word The sound of bird song Another source of inspiration Their varying sounds Akin to the variety of words He has in his vocabulary Not at all a boast, just fact!!! Sitting lakeside, […]
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Breakfast at Sniffillies.
cough into your elbow, give your nose a good blow
Some are restless dreams.
Some are restless dreams. Dreams fall into morning mist He awakes wondering what he missed His relationship with dreams two fold Those he wishes he could remember Those he can recall but can never be told Journeys travelled, people he encountered Words and photographs, that guitar he plucked That forgot how to play. What his […]
Leaving on his mind.
Leaving on his mind. One of these days down the road He was heading to a place where the water tastes like wine Plans, dreams, don’t you just have to have them? Sipping his scotch and water Leafing through travel brochures Pondering. To whom it may concern True love comes just once in a lifetime […]
The ghost of a perfect night.
Melted by her eyes of living blue
At that certain age in life.
At that certain age in life. The family echoed as one voice You’re getting spruced up? An instant comeback Well what the heck. I’ll not allow this cocooning Become a pain in the neck This few moments freedom Is all that is required To get me up and running Get those pistons fired Shake up […]
As his dog sits contented.
Its 06:30 way too early for coffee
Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage they followed.
Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage they followed. Today he walked from room to room For a change of solitude Thus concentrating the mind The last light of the setting sun Bowing to the moon of night Being now at peace with his thoughts This was his time of contemplating Meditating on what he might write […]
Now among the features in his room.
There are times when the worst words are best
Testing the product called life.
Testing the product called life. Sweep away the sawdust in his head (poems) Somewhere in those hundreds of little rooms (poems) There must be the ingredients loco citato poems and such? That magic lantern which surfaced will shed some light? It is impossible to say what will emerge But sure as God made little apples […]
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