Divisions beneath
This where people live.
Walking in rain
Walking in rain
I put on
that old
light brown
Fedora hat
to walk out
in the rain.
A hat
that’s worn
from use
stained
on the brim
but fits
as it sits
over
my brow.
I prefer hats
to hoods
better to see
and to hear
what surrounds
than enveloped
in plastic
that baffles
the senses
Reminds me.
A word
to the wise
I’m proud
of my skin.
It speaks
of experience
a certain
amount
of knowledge
built up
over years.
Kindness too.
Wisdom
sometimes.
RAC
Low Mood too.
Low mood
The heaviness
Of the rain
Has brought
on a low mood
So played
T Bone Walker
Loud
And if that fails
Dammit
I’ll go for a walk
And turn
The word channel on
Radio Rob is best.
RAC
Low moods
Low moods
Soon it will be
the anniversary
of your death
the weather
cleared
that midsummers day
And the mourners
danced
to celebrate
your life
in an open field
That long
circular dance
that once
you would
have called
to the drone
of an accordion
And so the body
kindly reminds
loss is about
remembering
the good times
and the goodness
of you.
RAC
Summer Snow
Summer snow
The clematis
Climbs
Through
Birch limbs
In front
Of the stables
Heavy rain
Falling
And the white
Petals
Fluttering
Falling too
Summer snow.
RAC
Turning the other way
Turning the other way
I’m confused
and need
to let it out.…
To clarify
the position
I’m used to looking
at the people
who harm
the young directly.
Or the ones
who know
what’s going on
what’s being done
but do nothing
to intercede
say nothing
and even pretend
they hear nothing
and so share
responsibility
culpability
of a kind.
But what do
we say
when politicians
or a governments
policies of austerity
harm children
directly.
And we say nothing
we do nothing.
Some don’t even see it.
I heard them
Blithely speak
this morning
of more cuts
more austerity!
We live
in a blame
culture
compassionless
succumbed
to the mindlessness
of watching
life on a screen
not really living
at all it seems.
RAC