Bye
- the - Bye
By
Barnes Pond SW13 on a bright spring morning
The
accident of the molecular.
All
heads: men - women - dogs
-Pidgeon’s
and all the fish & toads
of
the pond.
Silken
veils we each breathe
here
– sat by Barnes pond
on
the sun kissed April morning.
A
goose shrieks against
the
wind – fracturing
(like
a bolt of thunder).
Practically
visible as lightning
The
daffodils (now yesterday’s idol)
fading
and dropping away.
An
old woman draws against the pavements
Insufferable
mood. Yet still she goes on….
Waiting
for: The passing of time, life and… more time
As
the pigeons scatter around
For
the rich pickings
that
make or may not make their day.
In
these wide sparse arenas
where
something runs, pulsates
into
silence. A sweet happiness is just around
the
corner, here. Bye-the bye
- Jonathan Beale 2016
Jonathan Beale poems
published in such journals as: Penwood Review, Ink Sweat & Tears,
Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl, ‘Don’t Be Afraid: An Anthology to Seamus
Heaney’, Ygdrasil, The Four Seasons Anthology, The
Seventh Quarry, Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology, The Curly Mind, The Beatnik Cowboy,
Dali’s LoveChild, Storm Cycle Anthology (Best of Hurricane Press 2015), The
Jawline Review, Bluepepper, and Jellyfish Whispers .
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