Day 31

last poem

like the last bitter taste

deep within my throat

building into

a bulb

Day 30

poems of fishing boats

that never came back

are not sad

at the harbour

they spoke

of a better place

Day 29

some songs

are best left unsung

not so much for words

get them poems out

Day 28

life so fragile

like gossamer thread

pulled

snapped

Day 27

another moon

another sigh

like smoke over

chimney tops

Day 26

my cat chases shadows

he looks at the walls

through me

i wonder

if they can see me too

Day 25

frae auld lang syne

my jo

happy birthday, burns

Day 24

birthdays and balloons

a lone loony

in the corner

sensing death

its smell

Day 23

dear diary words

strewn on the winds

across continents

an old friend, an old flame,

an old lover

all lost...

Day 22

i met a poet once

of spiral stairs

and gothic windows

the architecture

of his magic

swayed me

Day 21

this blue of the skies

this not quite blue

the blue of lies,

pain

despair

the blue of

silence

Day 20

sometimes snow

sometimes hail

edinburgh awaits

springtime

soon, soon

Day 19

funny friend

with

name of the lamplight

five day old

friendship

day six, tonight

Day 18

you see

that darkness yonder

eventually

we will all get there

so wipe that smile off

Day 17

i came to

look for myself

i found you

i found home

i found a smile

on the sidewalk

discarded

Day 16

wait

you're alive?

i thought you were dead

why are your eyes

glass?

Day 15

edinburgh

how she looks

her very best

with the wind

the rain

the sleet

Day 14

these men from fiction

that leap out of pages

ruin my mind

ruin my life

Day 13

religion

is as much mine

as yours

let me interpret it

too

Day 12

i have a manuscript

i must be a writer

not.

Day 11

let me lie still

unmoving

while

i draw up a future

for you

Day 10

is poetry dead?

are you alive?

if yes, then no.

Day 9

multiples of three

count heartbeats

i still am

i still am

i still am

Day 8

walking on cobbles

in kitten heels -

like life -

slippery and beautiful

tick tick tick

Day 7

what is it

that makes the

sung hang low

and

the moon soar

Day 6

christmas tree down

no more

festivities

for firework folk

Day 5

monday -

back to work -

architectures

of a mainframe kind

Day 4

first sunday - 

the lunatic

watches

as the full moon rises

over polwarth church

Day 3

on the first

saturday

parties and coke in upmarket bars

lonely

Day 2

a day in

-

lies, deceit, phobia, nightmares

-

nothing but the calendar

has changed

Day 1

the new year dawns

in spires and

gothic architectures, while

on the roads,

black ice lies

slick