Anxieties
I saw a knot of knots on sea
knotting and re-knotting,
yes, a great Gordian* dragon
in the puzzle of a sky;
yet whether such sight
was simply a symbol
that deep called to me -
I turned then to my Daddy
still, monocular to eye.
But Daddy decades goneand mother, strong, Operatic
Romance, in dusk years,
now bent-backed, bowed
though chuckling still sharp
in dignity sleeping in warm
bed foot of that tall summit
we all must climb - and may
she take her time; may
we all, all take our time..................
*The Gordian knot was one which couldn't be untied. Knots are birds that gather in great flocks during winter months.
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‘Love You To’*
Being here is everything,
cheek warmed by the sun.
Now I am poor I measure
lack of pain as pleasure
and the sun my treasure;pushing pen, not pumping iron,
crafting poems, not chopping food,
posting a verse, not banging that siren.
It’s strange where fate leads;
and how re-shape our needs:
firm limbs pruned, cut back
yet feather out another track.
It would be foolish to expect
poetry for ever: any day fecked
by new patterns in weather.
Global warming may yet come
to me: some busty woman fool
me back to Aphrodite’s school,
Eros dawning. I get it while I can,
poetry, sun, spill out these beans,
indeed ‘before I’m an old man’...................
* Track title from ‘Revolver’: Beatles.
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