My little book

I’m down to the last few pages
in this little book of mine
It’s done me proud since April
which is really quite a long time

And over two hundred poems
written and drafted in here
some over several pages
when their syntax wasn’t that clear

Snowflakes and Ashes*

To this brief journey,

to this time-travel adventure,

to the utter absurdity of our

helpless leap into the future;

to all the surprises and the pain…

Just a Book

Was it my choice,

As a boy, to be this way;

To wake up every day,

Speak my mind –

Say what I say?

Am I just an actor

In another’s play?

Word camera

 

I have a new ideas book
The old one’s full up now
Something to carry round with me
Comforting somehow

Dictionary : Nonet

Of all books I have read in my life

One book strikes my mind forever

Secret of a writer’s art

Building words of my heart

reading – haiku

reading

beneath fingertips
lips, two silent witnesses
soft breeze, rustling page

Book Grief

 

I feel the paper wedge

in my right hand thinning.

The wedge in the left

gradually building,

creeping up silently.