Amsterdam canal
the boat’s rickety prow graced
by a heron
a heron’s grace
the fisherman’s nod, a smile
for tourists he sails by
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These poems are holiday snaps, really, after visiting the lovely Netherlands. And, to finish, here’s The Waterboys –
Take your Time
take your time
on the slate roofs the mist
turning mauve
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This poem was written out of enjoyment of autumn evenings. And, to finish, here’s Primal Scream –
The Loneliness
the loneliness
digging a cat’s grave
this autumn night
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This poem was written for George, my cat. And, to finish, here’s Gene Clark –
The Soft Angle
the soft angle
of his neck after the car
the impact
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This poem was written because pigeons have no road sense. And, to finish, here’s Erik B and Rakim –
Autumn sun on its thread
autumn sun on its thread
last prey of the abandoned
spider web
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This poem was written because of a seriously slack approach to housework. And, to finish, here’s A Guy Called Gerald.
Sweet FA by Blake 