three poems (more disparate lines)

Morning Dew                                                   5 September 2015

 

You’re the girl on the swing

I still think about.

 

I have lain

among the clustered

flowers on the lawn

 

winter-long, for the soft

fall of little feet.

 

The Master Fled                                                                                                          6 September 2015

 

The master

fled, driven

downwind; to scrub the floor

and toil the field;

 

hard after

years of wilderness;

where wisdom’s nurtured

by thought alone;

 

to be undone by experience –

the bitter years to come.

 

 

in green                                                                                                  1 September 2015

 

I

‘eco’ is in green lettering,

which is good business.

Smart.

 

(In private most of us own up

to ourselves, away from the crowd,

the casual rounds of work friends et-

c).

 

II

Most of those guys on the

building sites are ok. Tho

misfit, I fared better there than when

I wore a suit; unless I dressed

to be cool, which I did, distinguished

from City business men, con-men –

liars.

 

Here it’s all harleys and

grease and leather,

which makes me sick.

 

20 years on, well,

I’ve a Parka, good for shelter

when it sucks and blows.

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