Poetry Blogs (2021, geography)
there's a point on the map when
doubts and desapir veer to meet
and idly parade nowhere down a
lonely slum of a one-way street
no compass charts this latitude
where time gross reality bends
for its a quarter of lifeless loss
the geography where love ends
I've drifted here so many times
its memories my endless bane
before me for I sense a reprise
I am sure...
Sunday 14th February 2021 11:16 am
His favourite word was precipitation
Agog, we'd wait for it,
Windchill factors and average
Mean temperatures too, while once he showed us
How to make a weather station
He's dead now
That kind of geography extinct.
Its Climate Studies now, scaring kids,
Breathing in anxious jargon from
Melting ice caps and rising sea-levels.
Slide rules rip u...
Sunday 3rd May 2020 12:01 pm