Total

You left your footprints across my lifeI hate to see your photographs:passing history impossibly frozen,demanding out-of-date thoughts.You left your..

Today the front page top spot in my upmarket morning paperelbows aside war, crime, politics, famine, election bribeswith a manicured hand on an..

You can't writemuch out of spitebut if you make nice youmay find that poetrycan surprise youand write itselfonto the shelfand you'll be proudto be..

Thanks for leaving one…I can only say,that in the passing momentthe cold perfection of that plumreflected my perfectionreflecting all perfectionand..

The 'Journal of Death Studies' for April2004(maybe you read it? It's in thehospital library, top shelfjust out of wheelchair reach,on the shelf..

The spider with which, with whom,I share the sunshine of these late summer daysand the front garden – though in truth,the silver filigree denies me..

'His little, nameless, unremembered actsof kindness and of love...': so Wordsworth sings;and if I may a word-play thus extract:HIS acts and words are..

You've watched my work in your millionsevery year without fail, asI'm on the screen so frequently;and yet few know my face;that's how I'd like it:do..

Emoticon, emoticon...(which syllable to put the accent on?)nasty jumpy upandown thingiesI'll like to hit you out of court with a boing..., like..

Providence? It's 'What the Butler Saw' -and ever sees, and ever shall have seen:the One who knows what's needed long before,and sees that it's..

Suck and blow, suck and blow,like a pair of windy bellows -why do you whingers wheeze on so -aren't poets supposed to love their fellows?

What awaits us after certain death,nor I nor you nor any here may know;some may prefer to hold the unthinking state;knowing only, what shall be..

Do spiders think? or simply learnwithout a thought (well, lucky them)by observation, as great scientists?Does Nature do it all without a..

No sorrowTomorrowKeep griefBrief

In the deepening dusk of forest glade,in the mist of clouds rolling over the high hills,in the sea-fog rolling in at turn of tide,what feature of its..

When you catch a glimpse of it,in the sunlit glade,among the high hills,among the white-crested waves,does it move?or is it unmoving,this graceful..

who does not wish, openly or secretly,to meet it, in some quiet place?even a secret image in the mind's dead indexof those materialists whodeny it a..

Those who’ve seen one, all give differing accounts;that’s how it should be. No in-depth video. No coffee-table book.But the collected book of..

For most of those who are graced to see it, the vision’s enough –they bring humility, are still, drink inthis creature, which for a space of timeis..

This forest glade, mossy, silent underfoot,shaft of sunlight catching the quivering flight of woodland moths,tempts even the shyest, slender..

Self-moved; self-stilled; why then for usthis noble creature takes the form of unicorn?Part horse, with shaggy goatlike hooves,and lion’s tail; and..

To graze forever in the poet’s heart; how could this,they asked, be possible? An image, yes;a memory; but could it really live its life within the..

What is known, is known – known gently,meekly, mildly, sweetly; that’s the experiencethat men bring back who’ve seen that creature plain.But since..

What was known, was known. They askedthe artist who had sat all that bright morning, cool upon the hill,to draw the trees in front of him, as..

Whenever we’re nearest to one in ourselves –that’s when they’re most likely to be seen:as we step out from the treesinto the gently sunlit glade..