To gather rocks and build a house
To gather breath in springtime air
To gather fish from seven seas
To gather round a fire
To live
To life
To love
Together near a fire
Together swimming seas
Together breathing air
Together climbing higher rocks
Words really matter. Blavatsky said 'the universe is never again the same for every word spoken!'. Reading and writing poems and poetry helps me concentrate on words, thoughts, feelings. My first son, Andrew, has Down's Syndrome and he allows me to see the world differently and that's a great source of inspiration - as are my sons Angus, Adam and wife Amelie...........words, poems, feelings ...........Love - of course!!!
To gather rocks and build a house
To gather breath in springtime air
To gather fish from seven seas
To gather round a fire
To live
To life
To love
Together near a fire
Together swimming seas
Together breathing air
Together climbing higher rocks
A fat Accountant rides the Tube
in pinstripe grey with shiny shoes,
plates of meat (at least Thirteen’s)
while on his left an Indian woman;
petite, squashes her arm against
the carriage wall and to his right
a youth, skeletal, struggles with cookpots,
equally squashed, in orange boxes
balancing high a free newspaper,
flicking, flicking pages quickly
while big-man glances right and left,
sniffs and leans, holds a fuse:
Canary Wharfe, London Bridge,
Burmandsey, Southwark, into Waterloo.
Look, it’s always a dangerous state
- exuberance –
a place that leads to Falls, especially
when others might be watching; brothers,
sisters, fathers,
mothers. I predict they might laugh
loudly at you - like any cynic -
but on bright
days when the sun winks, let it out.
First off – with a peep out from
sleepy eyes he starts the
world again and smiles
looking at toys
who know places
like seaside where
ice cream tastes good
and dodgems where they bumped
and exciting musicals
when people on stage wave
like a big mirror.
He knows where he’s going
and knows it doesn’t matter.
On the school-bus he laughs
loud at songs and driver
each with its bubble of colour
and in minutes hello’s
headmaster, teachers, fellows,
feeling again excitement
like dodgems, musicals,
ice cream knowing he’s got it
made with smiles and friendship,
love and funny people;
lucky life.
feeling is a single letter plummeting
into sentences by ee cummings
floating waving landing to release
a dust cloud with no capitals
no semi colon and no full stop