
Cafe atmosphere
A stream of faces flowing
with morning coffee
Copyright Francis 2021
Cafe atmosphere
A stream of faces flowing
with morning coffee
Copyright Francis 2021
In the sunny square
some old friends pausing to talk;
plans for the weekend
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Shopping for flowers
I choose these pink carnations
for the living room
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Flat line of the sea,
firm footing on the shore — breath
of wind on my face
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Winds batter the shore;
gulls, ever my companions.
Sand between my toes
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The wind blows a gale;
I must fetch a sweeping brush.
Fresh air in the room
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Sheltered in the church
I lit a votive candle
in the silent space
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Delicate beauty
Sweet fragrance filling the room
In welcome silence
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Walking on the ice
My short measured steps back home,
In all conditions
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In life as in death,
alone, my inward journey —
amongst all seasons
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I first encountered you in ceilings,
in wallpaper patterns, their imagined shapes;
lying on beds with open books, with time,
with The Planets Suite as background.
You, who watched erstwhile friends
playing and laughing, cycling madly
along lanes of cow parsley and smoke,
through an old peeling window frame.
You are the same person still — alone;
free, yet unheard and misunderstood,
unwilling to think, or bend like the rest,
still staring but from double glazed glass,
thoughts blowing among trees,
within the space of this room
Copyright Francis 2021