Wholly unbroken The line between the time You told me all your stories To now I write them out Though not mine to tell Story keeper, holding closely Treasuring artwork on cigarette packets In New Orleans Erecting tents on byways of Canada Evading bears A sense of place is important Venturing out beyond all civilisation Loved ones' names in acknowledgements On all the field papers I fade and fall rather than reach for such stardom The earth and all its impact Wakes me from timestamped memories With beers in gaudy bars Canadian moosehead overlooking That look, watching waiting, startled - Only to flee into the wilderness again
Blustery spring Rattles my windows Within Batten down the lids Promises of snow drift Footprints on photos Places I never go Lift my mood somewhat All I know Is to write my heart out Send wishes on the wind That is all I can do When the wind Whips through me
I am attracted to the same old Playlists, meditative serenades Stretching from 80s to last year's hits To clip my nails to Leading me down the long and winding road To where your row of hedges Meet the letterbox As far as it goes. Conjuring ideas of monologues A tribute to intangible Feelings dribble all over the page. Ones that never make it out of the envelope Perhaps it's better this way. Better than burned unceremonious In the back paddock of my hey days Better than buried by the bedroom door crawling with miniscule dust mites Sidled up to last decades yellow pages Better to be read and real Than devoured by silverfish Keep putting it out there So Tracy Chapman says, How I wish Someone like her Would sing so much For one like me. Enough rhythm in pounding heart beats Substantial originality To fuse a lyric or two to it I want to write a song It’s how I'll know Whether she'll be - Muse or siren? Found in time or sea? Call me...
Library woman Where are you? Hidden between etymology And French architecture Eating a cream bun? Licking tips of fingers Before each page flick Looking busy on covert Sweet craving break One Friday afternoon... Longing for weekend Slipped between sheets Frolicking tales Ensconced in dreams
Count the stars of heaven 