I'm back from London now and enjoying the seaside. Here's a couple of poems I'm working on. The first just wrote itself from the memory.
well it’s as far away now as it will ever be
my mother said this every Christmas Day
once she’d fed the family
and my dad was asleep in his chair
I have only adopted one of these two behaviours
deciding after much exploration
that life is best lived in the moment
Christmas will take care of itself
Most Christmas afternoons I think of my mother's words, though as I write, I do see the world in a different light. That said I also like to sleep in the chair as well!
The second poem is based on something I saw driving back to Torquay. By the side of the road was a convoy of two long vehicles each transporting half of a house. You know those wooden structures that look like they've been sawn in half by a giant. This is the resulting poem.
on the run off the motorway
the half house blew a tyre
watch the walls sway
and the hard shoulder bulge
as both halves stop
awaiting the tyre fitter
I’m five hours on the road
heading home from the smoke
as their drama unfolds
I flash by
Obviously I could not stop and write as I wanted to get home, so the first line kept whizzing round my head for the rest of the journey. Both poems are mere sketches but I thought they are worthy of sharing.
Here's The Move. I think they were an excellent singles band in the 60s. Although Roy Wood's tabard is rather dodgy looking these days.
Until next time.
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