Journal

Ironing

Its a basket of stuff to be pressed! Roll out the board, Ogle the rough heap, Now where do you start? Is the blue pinstripe trousers more important than your silk blouse?

Clutter Madness

Collections in every idle corner, Lurking on all the shelves, Underneath the bed, a family of green elves, Trunk, stuffed with endless bric a brac, enough for a few car boot sales,

A Sunday Splash

A small iota.

Anthem to Radiohead

Got to listen to Radiohead, it may help!

Crisps

Crunchy savory snack, Rather musical to munch, It’s the best salty treat, apart from “my chips”, Slides down my throat like a wonderful surprise, Packed with deliciousness,

Creating The Poem From Scratch

Prune a number of ripe ideas, Kindly dissect the odd bits, Singe your thoughts if they knot, If enough is penned, re-arrange, Have you collected the awesome material?

An Invisible Bruise

Before the rain fell, Count the clinical long silence, You, in a flap over nothing at all, Cool your head with a few cucumber slices, Lay down and perspire like a tennis player,

For Jeanette

Just take one word and spin it, Eat half of it by gently smoothing, Apply the image before the end, Now add as much panache, Even the odd instrument could play you a tune,

To Michael

Most poets die later, Is it cosy up there? Culture, music and rhyme all gone to charm heaven, How did you bewitch them? An artistic word musician, you knew how to carve,

Dreamy

Dozing off, Realms visited whilst I strolled, Every sensation, more real than this, Amazed by the hum of distant voices, Must be him, Yesterday, the hum getting so loud,