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reflections of a mill

Posted: November 11, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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the old gritstone mill
looks at its reflection
in the darkness
of the still canal
ghosts of workers
men, women and children
float by on currents
staring at the mill
that was their life
going to places new
to haunt again


if my words could fly
where would they go?
what would they see?
what would they create?
would they make dark days bright
send messages of hope for all
show people the way to new places
make patterns in the sky
bring people together
mend differences
enable new learning
that brings deeper understanding
the starving feel full
the unloved feel loved
the unwanted feel wanted
because of words
words give pleasure
words have power
words bring hope
create memories
words can be your home
your respite
your escape
your best friend
use them wisely

washing life

Posted: November 3, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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he watches intently
from the comfort
of the leather sofa
as his mother carefully erases
the memory of another
meal prepared and eaten
pots, pans, plates
knives, forks and spoons
all reflect back at her
a beauty now long gone
she passes them to his father
who with several sharp tugs
wipes clean what has been
replacing it with the drabness
of the present
reminding them both
that nothing last forever


you loved the light entering my bedroom
every morning turning on my light
falling down from the middle of the ceiling
blinding me momentarily
confusing me before i rub the
sleep out of my eyes to see you
silhouetted against the morning sun
holding a curtain in each hand
a saint on a cross
opening the gates to heaven
stepping aside to let
the rays of life touch her son
breath new life into him
and start a new day

what cats see

Posted: October 31, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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they say cats can see things we cannot
can see beyond our vision of reality
and into a world beyond our own
what do they see when they
quickly look up, alert, ready for action
and we see nothing, nothing at all?
is it the ghosts of our
past, present and future
coming to check up on us?
or is it aliens from beyond our universe
invisible to our eyes but seen by cats
coming to observe how we live?
or is it something else, something we don’t
know about yet and maybe never will?
i believe cats see more than we do
understand more than we know
and take care of us in ways
we don’t know about
who knows what cats can see?
we can only speculate
and use our imagination to wonder why
they look and stare
when we see nothing

change

Posted: October 30, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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they want change
but not this change
only change that suits them
fits with their view,
their opinion, their mindset
not change they don’t comprehend
don’t want to learn about
only change that’s easy
for them to understand
fed to them by people
who know how to gather a flock
and lead it on a merry dance
to oblivion


These are some short poems I wrote centred around taste and how we can misinterpret the things people say.

this atmosphere is turning bitter
his boss cried loudly
he looked around for a beer
but couldn’t see one
does he want me to
buy him a drink
he wondered

she said the evening was sweet
and then appeared confused
when he asked her
what flavour it was

there’s a salty taste in the air
the old fisherman exclaimed
so that’s where the salt is
but how do they get it
out of the air and
into a tub he wondered

it leaves a sour taste
in your throat
his mum said
how does she know
what it tastes like
if shes not eating it
he wondered

have you experienced umami
his friend asked
i haven’t seen that film yet
he replied

taste?

Posted: October 28, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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he didn’t know taste
he didn’t know what
sweet & sour,
salty, bitter, umami
tasted like on his tongue
he tasted textures
smooth, coarse,
wet, dry,
hot, cold
they made the difference
but taste was all the same
everything he tasted
was the same
he ate to stay alive
not to decide if it
was one pinch of salt or two
that’s all food meant to him
a way of staying alive and
satisfying his hunger
taste? what’s that?


the headaches bring with them
a calming down of the senses
less stress, less anxiety
as my mind fights
to stay awake leaving
no energy to worry
about the things that
used to be important