Poetry Blog by ray pool
Tags from last 12 months
I kept filling the gaps
with fish but still
the water came through
until there was no deep
left deep enough
no fish large enough
to fill my fish mouth
Friday 22nd March 2019 9:13 pm
Don't look now
but here comes Julie Christie in mourning;
Nick Roeg is a flash of colour in a gondola.
Those doe eyes of Donald Sutherland
beseeching flocks of birds up the canals
escaping his presentiments
reflected in mosaics
that shatter dreams of old sinking doges
in wet flannel palaces.
Your ticket will soon expire,
best drop it and clear out
before the e...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 10:12 pm
Ensnared in the lyrics of romantic songs
dressed to kill with a story to tell
no one wants to hear.
Lend me your ear.
Not today - nor any other day
yet the lyrics weave their spell.
Hollow footsteps up my spine
those of only me and mine.
A lonely echo of a silent voice.
Is there a meaning? who can tell.
Saturday 16th March 2019 10:19 pm
The cyclist in his struggle for hill supremacy
seems to be keeping up with the hawk overhead.
Competition has no place in it.
Then suddenly wings flex in turbulent air
divert from the snake path
off to far fields
where tiny dimples appear on a fringe of wheat.
Monday 11th March 2019 4:40 pm
This platform is for Infinity
spake the railway worker
his words lost on the wind
as he passed.
I was looking in the wrong direction
but I knew what he meant.
If Infinity is a slow process
that would account for the gap
that I was minded of
between me and where I thought I was going.
and was it worth waiting for?
Thursday 7th March 2019 3:00 pm
It's always the insignificant that takes hold
The toys of children,
formerly cherished then discarded,
victims to moving on,
though sometimes in the fullness of their purpose
while still held in thrall,
something goes badly wrong;
the caretaker gets taken away.
That's when those toys remain as pearls to parents
along with photographs
Wednesday 6th March 2019 3:11 pm
Mum looks out of the photowallet
on a special day, specially posed,
a spray of flowers on an oak ashtray column
to one side,
her hands neatly folded on her lap
in that bloom of confidence
that says it's ok finally to be alone
as long as people still care
which of course we do and they do.
It sits in my shadow undefeated,
a beacon to light a corner.
It's not qu...
Saturday 2nd March 2019 10:51 pm
Amidst life is death
as in my workshop,
just above the window
a bier for moths, trapped
and drained by the invisible lord of webs.
In fact there are two when I think of it
which sometimes I do,
and leave them as proof of
the scaling down of needs and purpose.
The window plays tricks there,
shows them in a beauty parade
a haunting disturbance of light and...
Friday 1st March 2019 11:21 am