the way
his hair falls -
for a moment
I forget
his age
the old tree -
everyday a little heavier
with blossom
back streets -
metal spokes are all that's left
of the umbrella
in the laundry basket
today's blouse looks
exhausted
welcoming
me home -
the neighbour's cat
after the performance
the stage -
emptier than before
view from the hill -
a white sleeve raised towards
a flipchart graph
cool stone hall -
the cheerfulness
of the security guard
in a sunny corner
a patch of daffodils show
just a hint of yellow
before being battered
face down to the ground
Sunday sunshine -
the builder's ladder leans
against the wall
north wind -
a drift of paperwork
across my desk
jazz club jam -
three guys comparing
saxophones
a blue light
on the trumpet player's face
half shadow
theology
interrupted by
the hiccups
morning gloom -
I draw back the curtains
close the blinds
secretly pleased -
a poet calls my poem
undistinguished
outside
a bird is singing without
pause for breath
and still I hesitate
over what to say
early morning sun
across the park - all of us
squinting at it
early spring -
an exchange of emails
re: rain
I might have thought
I was the only one
to feel this way
if it wasn't that it has
been sung about - ad nauseam
Can't believe I wrote this before hearing 'Pay the Devil'! 'There stands the glass' is the stand out track from this album - if you ask me. Although 'Things have gone to pieces' is growing on me, even if it reduces me to helpless giggles about halfway through. Which I'm not sure is intended. Although it just might be... 'My bucket's got a hole in it' is fun too, and 'Back Street Affair'... and I think I actually like this record!
casting shadows
from the school railings -
Sunday sunshine
spring night -
a scattering of ash scented
with sandalwood and rose
after the party -
the musical instruments
I didn't play...
Note to tc, if you're reading this, remind me to get the musical frog out if we have a haiku meeting!