'Time is a jigsaw puzzle that you fit together' - ex pupil of mine.
Birds desert my table
as I come out to sit.
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Beer and Stilton:
last days of solitude:
heat and peace.
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Dandelions at peak,
yellow-gold as I could ask,
everywhere at every look.
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Hover-flies
in bad disguise:
elegant wings,
blurring transparencies,
transcendent silences.
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Bumbles zuzz haphazard
mysteries of their
airborne resonance.
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Troubadours of blackbirds,
pigeon chantries.
..........
Ice-cream Greensleeves:
childhood classic,
softening the older
to treat their littles
(maybe have a bite).
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How thorn in the hedge
spreads to push privet
from her seat at table.
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These diurnal deeps:
dreaming, writing.
...............
Nettles lean out
for the sun,
as is their very nature.
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The hedge jumps
like a fishing line.
Out pops a finch,
darts back as spots me!
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Tiny spider wants blowing
from my knuckle.
She does 'The Position'
but breeze sleeps.
Pah! There you go.
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Happiness is less of pain;
a clear mind is less of torment.
Between minimum and maximum
the core of being is strung -
latter if we're lucky;
and today I am.
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YOU ARE READING
Bare Shouldered
Poetry"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
