Thoughts Are Few

And inconsistent;
largely light, reticent.
Struggling through
some lonely night –
I try to think; so on I write!

Music plays me,
curling strayly,
lost in worlds I cannot own.
Mindless – flightless –
walking slowly…
Soft in brains puss brought to show!

Short and tragically
we peer contemptuously:
Laugh at sordid, life-lost lightly.
On my grounds
I’m sure my folly
when the night brings losers; jolly!


No more words about dreams
I’ll erase those words once written
Please just write of things
Dear Hart
And leave your dreams to actions!

No more lies
Or what-ifs?
Or whys’
Pen only odes to stuff!

Quit procrastinations
Of each elevation
And do
what you
truly think is enough.

Milestones and workmen

It’s 1am on Monday morning and I sit here celebrating a grand blogging milestone (for a simple poet, that is)… Thank you to the 200 of you well-versed and glamorous fellow bloggers who have me pop up in your reader window.

Here is an impromptu poem to celebrate this frabjous day:

Milestones and Workmen

You waited all afternoon
A torrent raged in our street
All morning our frost damaged water pipe blew
Spewing fresh clean water
Gushing down drains
Tearing down alleys

You waited from 3 O’Clock this afternoon
You waited, stoically, on your phones

And as your jackhammer
Whirred into life
At 10.30 last night
As the cursing and hollaring of your busy crew grew
I knew this devotion to your job
Would inspire some Sunday night song

And in this once sleeping
(and sleep needy) estate
Great things were at work on our water supply
And a poet who would have been asleep
Was awake
Exploring a Wild World of Words
Lost in poetry

laptop screen and hands

[thanks again to all of you who support this kind of art and for creating your own worlds for my mind to visit. And of course to the men from Thames Water for sticking by me into the wee hours.]