6 pm pyjamas

Oscillate I oscillate between knowing and not knowing You hold the truth and did not choose to share But now the revelation comes late in the day But it comes, bright and charging into my life News from the past, precious nuggets offered For the future Important.  Possibly.  Unknown.

Holy silence splashing macaw leaves Falling characters beat a march Drifting, transcendental in dilute sun Autumn traffic meets misty dissonance

Rhubarb Rhubarb crimson rush blush Nonsense over-analysing backwards Pick me up and throw me down Making sense is not needed Spinning leaves smoothing the path Black clouds of gibberish Rhubarb.

This isn't a hook up There is a semblance of a relationship Nobody will know Who will care but me This isn't a hook up There is a semblance of a relationship Something I can tell my friends They will believe me and be happy That wasn't a hook up There is a semblance of a relationship She's forgotten my number Left it at the bottom of her bag She will be surprised at my message Left in her bedroom Scrawled on her mirror Now she has my number And I have hers

Questions Who are you How am I Where are we What are you doing What am I doing What are we doing How did we get here I want to go home

It's Sunday night; here comes a cinquain. Lions Wild eyes Danger lurking Swift claws biting deep Stealth shadows twisting behind grass Hungry

Cheerio She says cheerio   As though she intends to return The avoided glance suggests otherwise The missed kiss a suggestion That the thing that was wrong That thing which cannot be defined Aparently That I cannot fix because Because Is lingering and biting still.

Placemaking You have made your place at my side I will not fail you You walk before me and with me I am not alone You see all and do not judge Athough I falter and trip You have made your place at my side I am glad

Oh my goodness - four days late!  So now I have four words to write about. Foible Your foible? What can I say? Your limitations are legendary, Your defects well known, Your faults and imperfections? Need more be said? Your shortcomings are obvious And as for your inadequacies, Where do I start? Your weaknesses and success in failing, Should I go on? Pardon? You meant your sword? Oh. Sorry. Portmanteau I never knew that 'motel' derives from 'motor' and 'hotel'. You learn something new every day. Collapsible Collapsible is useful, Handy even, Big things made small, Neat and tidy. Henry Henry is Harry The spare to the heir Not second to last

The Thingness of a Catastrophe It is is the unravelling, this thingness, This unexpected event, the shock, The surprise - the unknowing of it all. The happening happens with no alarm, No herald of disaster or change and no 'notice'.  No red fonted approach here, No, this sneaks up on quietened toes, Soft slippers felted and hushed, tapping, Tapping Tapping Until The catastrophe is made, born, emerged, discovered and even looking sideways, through a squint and under furrowed brows, all has changed And you can never go back.

Upon Upon the hill there lies a life It twists and turns as a knife The spirit does not want to leave Though the body gasps hard to breathe Upon the hill there lies a dent The last sign of a life mispent The spirit which was ripped out fast Remains to ensure no-one gets past Home They came looking for a home A place to rest Somewhere to call their own They tried their best To enter the unfriendly zone But just like the rest They were outcast and alone

Pernickity She says I'm pernickity Picking up faults Saying them too I say I'm honest And insightful I won't be the one to lie Pernickity is as it does Take it or leave it Just like me I'll leave my keys before I slam the door

Apples September sun splits through lilac asters Blackberries hang jewel-like behind cobwebs The thud of apples punctuates the insect hum

So it's back to poetry for this month!  My first word is 'abstract'. Don't act all abstract on me. It doesn't suit you when I want concrete and certainty, Not words of mist that get lost in your fog.