A love in verse

Melancholy January

2017-01-15
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Sun long gone soon after four

Trees against the sky, no more

With leaves, they claw the dimming cloud

All still, the noise, all motionless

Almost the very earth is bowed


Westward and high one daughter flies

Into New York, the other starts 

By motor from the west, departs

For home under a darkening sky

Whilst I, sat till, can eulogise

On what a lucky Dad am I


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Old Brentford Home

I see you solo in the shadowy house

You move from room to room, you stroke a cat

You listen to a tape...

Lostness

A variation in your voice 

One decibel from your tender-loving

And I’m lost...