This poem
called on me
today.

Only two words
came
to ask if I would
like to
play,

Let
Love...

Yes, just
Let
and
Love...

Your heart
can write the rest.

I'm too busy
dancing.

Today the weather suits my mood
as doubts assail and old knees ache
and each direction I have viewed
drips, it seems, for the past's sake

The sky of unremitting gray
which sadly cries for today's youth
the wind which barely makes limbs sway
somehow they seem to be aloof

And colored wet leaves on the trees
are all aware that they'll soon fall
destined to fade and thus appease
the yearning of the winter's call

I need to look at days gone by
To see if there are things that I
Have missed in my every day
Things at work and then at play

Do you know the things I miss?
A stolen look, that long soft kiss
The talks of love and other things
The friends I had, then my siblings

Things that may seem every day to you
To me they are lost, I can never renew.
It is an age thing I hear you faintly say
If I turn my hearing aid up all the way

Limbs lie frozen
Moonlight twirls
Wind plays
Shallow symphonys
Calm night
Something new
Dark shadow
Presence strong
Flowing quietly
Hovers close
Reaches
Takes Arm
No longer
Afraid.

and perhaps you know not still tis digital kids

my brain is made of golden chips
that's why that alone works mostly...
hold one...
will you
and
then someone will say
a diamond one is now on ..
whose
will be news....

the chip will ask a question
is it now on?
or
diamond slow down
better on than off ...

so digital God gave a hint
one for that
and
zero we can't say
we all know not

hence one and a dot
keep fixing a lot...

Winds ferociously growl
with weather most awfully foul.
some trees buckle and bend in the sway,
blown by the blustery day.

The sky is overdressed,
with swaddles of cotton soft pressed
churning clouds of rumble and tumble
‘til water sluices crumble.

Pouring buckets to earth
that skip into puddles of mirth,
falling down from the heavens in pelts,
drum beating watery welts.

Until all is unhinged
and vapours are beautifully tinged
with vermilion dazzling drops.
after the torrid rain stops.

“Alfred Digit” a Summary of his papers passed on to me a month or so ago.
They are taken from the diaries of a school chum I use to know.
I have written these mostly in the third person as it would explain the whole sequence of his later life

"Digit" Pt 1
He tore at the flesh as the screams subsided
the poor fool’s world and his had just collided
A short walk that was all there was to extinction
another flesh crazed attack his mark of distinction

We thought that moving to a place

with springs, grass-field and butterflies

would make it better for us, but it was all vanity;

like in the city when we were complaining about overdue bills,

traffic, noise and lack of privacy,

we are now polluting this serene place

with our petty fights.

If it is possible to move to heaven right now,

I think God would kick us back to this blue ball……..

Honey, I think it’s time that we change our attitude

towards each other, and rekindle our passionate love,

One must be in the moment to enjoy the tea,
a time of contemplation; nowhere else to be.
Aroma, taste and warmth alone to hold one’s thought.
A sentimental cup and may perhaps a pot.

Arrange a lovely view to set the mind at ease
and should it be outside allow naught but a breeze.
Then choose the tea with care- it must be brewed to soothe,
a bitter taste or something cultivated smooth.

You smacked a moratorium
Across my mouth,
An invisible hand that said:
"cordoned off, keep out"

Ideas were muffled,
Freedom of speech, A no-go
Whatever was said
Represented a no-show

You built a wall
So high I couldn't see
Not past or around,
Merely, inside of me.

You scratched away
The surface of my smile
Said "hide it", don't confide it
You look like a clown".