- Photo: A working dog rests in the ring during the parade at the West of England Game Fair in Somerset, England. (Ben Birchall)
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Wonderful a fistful of snow in the mouths
of men suffering summer heat
Wonderful the spring winds
for mariners who long to set sail
And more wonderful still the single sheet
over two lovers on a bed.
I like quoting ancient verses when the occasion is apt. I remember most of what I hear, and I listen all day but sometimes I do not know how to fit everything together. When this happens I cling to words or phrases which seem to ring true.
Photo: Harmonic Hesitation
How are you?
Fine, fine, I mumble, fine,
unraveling like string…
I am not a person to say the words out loud
I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page:
know it from there, from my silence, from somewhere other
than my tongue
the quiet love
the silent rage
Maybe it would be better
to let out a gentle sigh
at the transience of the world
and carry on.
Carry your shame in your teeth.
and spit and spit it out.
if it’s in front of people.
They will (or won’t) forgive you.”
I like seven pounds of short ribs and
twenty-three cloves of garlic in barley soup.
Some will settle for less
but they’re not writing barley poems.
When I tell you how bad it is,
how hard I’ve worked at something,
how much I’ve been through,
there is only one phrase I want to hear.
‘That’s enough. You can stop now.’
The way ‘getting better’ can be an unfolding
The covers pulled back,
the light coming in