Poem Category: All

eggs on toast, coffee…
a nearly forgotten dream
coming to mind

The slow softening
under stones
a wet weekend.

Alone
as she likes it
bed and her romance novel.

In the chatter; the clatter
on her best china
mother’s friends.

Her holidays start
suddenly with the red suitcase
suddenly she’s gone.

Brand new house
our first sunset
falls silent.

Drawing the curtains
to stand in it
my vacation’s first dawn.

Greying bachelor
in the private jokes
of the bar girls.

Dumping waves
the force of the storm
we fled last night.

Canoeist
hand baling
the white water out.