My Picture
A bunch of roses clutched
in your warm hands.
Gives him a place……what a team
of rare plant flowers
and alternate passions.
A rose fades
Life
Dark place
My Picture and drawing.
Facing west, a dark forest.
One tree island
vanquished by the sun.
Each day the hounds
pursuit their breathless prey.
The she dog grown thin
from honey sick love.
Against a smooth dark sky
nothing to have at heart,
half an existence.
And there I see…..
estranged to myself
the lateness of the world……
and only the beauty to be.
Sunday morning
A picture sent to me my one of my students
Complacencies of the night,
tears of an ancient sacrifice.
I dreamt a little,
a small spill
of things to be cherished
like the thought of a heaven.
Eubank wins on points,
England loose to Wales,
passions of rain and a fading empire.
Bob Seger sings of a ‘fire inside’,
emotions on wet roads on winter mornings.
Looking through open widows,
smiling through memories.
Xinxiang distracted by the self,
a soft breeze blows in
The way you are always near
and coffee already cold,
the joy of this Sunday morning.
A New Term
My Picture
Miles Davis blue…..
back again.
Girls holding hands,
still seeking affirmation.
And I could not help thinking
of the wonders of the mind.
The dance…..
an uneven edge
in early spring.
Another re-birth of an awful promise,
bound into a whole.
A big sky…..
with uncertain legs.
And a death poem,
waiting to be given life
all over again…….
in this unknown place .
A place I know well
My Picture
Down side streets,
fog turning the sky in and out.
There is only one love
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and read the poems.
Let it be you
in the spring of the year.
Startling me from this spiders life
and trumpeting red flowers.
Dancing Queens of Harbin
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My Pictures: Some of the ‘ Queens of Harbin’
At night in Harbin
the queen’s come to dance.
Nowhere to hide,
nothing better to do.
If you can wait,
silent in the cold
you can join them….
…..spinning top and dreams pervade,
a few shimmering droplets of a legacy left….
Wasting their days away,
a dance existence.. here and gone.
But a flash of time on this cold night.
And whispered echoes
that scream aloud once more.
Silent Moments No 3
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My Pictures: Harbin. Heilongjiang, China.
Old church doors
across the street.
Not creaking for anyone.
The Songhua River,
quite through bare trees….
never quite full.
Yet faintly, between the space,
a dutar plays a song.
A small patch of grass
surprises me as I turn.
Pain of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
My Pictures: Some thoughts from my students from a class on ‘Psychopathology’
United in pain.
A midlife sadness,
louder than a scream.
Take me away from this winter,
and voices cancelled by the rain.
When stillness descended,
the night…..ours to decide.
And what I loved
was the idleness of a moment with you.
Gathering words and stolen kisses
under candle – light.
Winter is going
My Pictures: Reflections of Harbin
Even in solid cold
I just can’t leave you.
Lonely lonely me.
Age of hope
My Picture: Harbin Snow.
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