Poetry Blogs (intrusion)
Idly walking my imaginary dog
on the wiley windy moor,
listening out for Cathy calling,
a game I’d played before.
my head engulfed in thought,
I didn't see the kneeling wench.
my fist she caught.
Into the heath she backward fell
out cold as cold could be,
my dog attracted by a smell
mistook her for a tree.
Thursday 28th January 2016 7:12 am
You only really win, having lost.
On the front lawn, all is identical until you notice it.
Every other blade you see its 50 shades greener than your own.
Those shades depend on light. Those blades gleam off light refracted.
Who has the light?
Every day you look, you stare, you glare
with a drink, with a book, with a chair, with a care.
Your care, carelessly, mi...
Sunday 4th January 2015 10:42 pm
Question 17 on the census form “is left intentionally blank.”
Pull the other one: there was a question there once.
Do you surreptitiously pick your nose
when you think no one is looking?
Do you have trouble sleeping /
get up in the night at all hours,
worrying about things left undone,
or things you did, and shouldn’t have?
Are you happy in your job/ ...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 10:04 am