Poems

Poems

Alone

Published in the Mayfield and District U3A anthology celebrating its 10th anniversary.

Best Laid Plans

In the woods

there's the bed of a brook...

In disregard for shape and form,

it hangs before us...

Buenos Aires

A city of promenades and boulevards...

Candy Floss

No mere Punch and Judy show, 

A child's heart beat deeper,...

Chess

You are afraid.

What do you expect?...

Coffee and Pancake

She bends slowly forward

and hesitantly...

Cold

I half awake in heavy black.

Cold black that scratches...

Cupboard on the Landing

He slopes past

The cupboard each morning...

First Date

That trousseau nose

and auburn hair that curves...

Flowers

Like a dying stream,

the notes and coins...

Freedom

Under rocks,

in decaying vegetation,...

Greenhouse

I must believe that death will not come this way,...

Healing

You say there’s nothing broken.

Nothing you can see...

Jump

Over enemy lines.

The time is here,...

Leaves

You offered me this leaf

for fun...

Machu Picchu

​Feet appear and reappear beneath my knees,

inching forward through the pass...

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Machu Picchu

 

Magic

You are under my skin

like a drug...

Matt the Cat

I lost my cat last night.

My dearest mate, who disappears for hours...

Memorial

He stares from the page,

not at the viewer but beyond...

Mullet

His head pounds, the walls dance.

Can he hear the felling of timbers?...

Next Time

So this is what wisdom is for.

To know which things...

Numbers

Sharks, dolphins and gannets are gathering.

The winter feast. Not long to wait...

Proper Ways

With three hundred men

he took the country...

Sangria

These people; they won’t recall

the gun grey skies, those steel covered...

Second Time Around

The second time around

she is more than just a woman...

The Moment

There is silence.

For a brief moment...

The Test

That cloak you’re wearing,

you think it keeps you warm...

Tomorrow

The grit and grind of plough through soil,

the sweat and thud of horse and hoof,...

Wine Bar

So now it’s over.

We sit with our wine...

Winter Garden

Centuries live and die

but the gnarled oak stands...

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Michael R Chapman
~ master of none ~