Friday 16 September 2011

Being a Child

Darker, father, faster:
later pater? parcels now are
sweeter (beater) better now
than happy ever after:

softer, laughter longer,
more, not sore and soothing.
Louder, proud and precious;
fuller – dull – disaster:

error, mother, moths fly
to light and flitter frisky,
out of winter’s weather
onto moon of me, now.

Wednesday 14 September 2011

Hope


When the sky turns Lakeland slate,
there’s nothing left to do but wait
for ominousness – maybe brightness –
on its way to bless.

 Trees are waving and a gap is near.

Turn to the sky and ache
for a far, far mountain
and long for affectation,
real hope.

Trees are waving and a gap is near.

When you glimpse its snowy top
your heart will leap
like hares – for real work
to start today – to begin – to do.

Monday 12 September 2011

Hat

Andrew wears a hat
theory disappears
and he becomes expressive, happy.

Hard to get at – how a hat
- can do that.

Like an uncovered head
leaks a brain or mind or thought
but, covered up,

expresses more clearly
who we really are.