Talking to my grandson
Watching somebody start out on the complexity of life’s journey is awe inspiring.
Delayed Delivery
In the Spring of 2010 the wind in East Anglia blew directly from the Artic and the low temperature locked us in Winter. This position held until March, when the wind suddenly swung to blow from the South and swiftly brought us the long awaited season change.
Disruption of normality
This poem comes straight from the heart, one the young members of our family is currently having to deal with cancer.
Back amongst the Rangoons
Have you ever had the experience of tapping into vivid memories whilst dreaming, that you could not draw on whilst awake. An experience that teases about the brain’s capacity and potential.
Raising John Smith
By what chance are we remembered by strangers, who speak our name beyond our life?
Buttercup
A first experience of death, suitably dressed
On line
Existentialism or virtual reality, a narrowing choice?
The Silence of Ease
James Gleick’s book ‘Chaos’ (1987), about the ripple effect of interconnections from small beginnings, should be considered in relevance to the problems of financial institutions in the Western World.
Tiffling acrorst
This poem is about weed control in farming, but set before the discovery of pesticides, and when the Suffolk dialect was commonplace.
Sang-froid beneath a blood-red moon.
A recent conversation triggered memories of a health scare, but composure was regained with a realisation of scale.
The loss of an emissary for wonder.
Michael Kirby, known to all who came into contact with him for his enthusiastic and learned love of the natural world, died in February 2011, and is much missed.
Not in Egypt
This poem was ‘inspired’ by a recent AGM of a Poetry Society, when the Committee suggested a name change
Delayed reaction
Only in my 50’s did I learn how the goat had got its own back, and mine.
Two lines from ‘The Rubaiyat’
This poem recently appeared on the webzine ink-sweat-and-tears , and is about an event that happened nearly 44 years ago, a moment when unexpected enchantment and beauty produce a merger of the emotional, aesthetic and spiritual.
Johnny didn’t know.
This poem comes from the time when I was learning how to operate every part of the process in a sugar factory, enamoured with the false idea that knowledge was merely the ability to discover the unchangeable truth behind how things were.
Time and memory
Can you remember that moment in childhood when you realised that your existence was much greater than your experience?
Christmas semiotics
How is the end of Christmas signalled?
Spatial awareness
This poem refers to a natural marvel that is currently happening every evening. A particularly spectacular event occured on December 14th 2010, which the poem recalls.
Poaching in soft moonlight rain, 1952
When I was a young boy, my father took me poaching, not for fun but for meat for the table.
Leopard!
By luck we saw a young male leopard in Kruger National Park on October 29th, and Roger Garrison took a great photograph of that moment, which the poem describes.