Evening Gold

Silhouetted here in contrast
against an azure sky
Like giant insects waiting
cranes in silent protest lie
And glorious behind them
behind the Western hills
The sun sets o’er the city
and everything is still
This tranquil ending of a day
when all is painted gold
exudes a warmth, a calming
as the evening takes a hold



First Daisy

When I first see a daisy
in the sunshine I will sing
For it heralds Winter’s passing
and arrival of the Spring



History lost to time

Walked down the mile of Bute Street
to the pier head in the bay
Trod where the Glamorganshire canal
supplied the port back in the day

The canal bed now though long since gone
Coal dust replaced with grime
Its waterbed now carries cars
its history lost to time

Once it was said that you could cross
the bay across the boats
So many were there in the port
the age-old saying gloats

Now though the waters of the bay
devoid of shipping lie
The coal mines of the valleys quiet
no longer export ply

Yet in a new millennium
in twenty-seventeen
Regeneration gives the port
the best life it has seen




In Cardiff the old Custom House
has seen better days
as it and progress have at
some point parted in their ways

Next door the York Hotel
has seen a likewise fate
Both buildings now in sadness
boarded up their future wait

And I can’t help but wonder
what they were like in days of old
before their history faded
and their glory days were sold




Made my way to Cardiff
on a Sunday afternoon
Six hours on a railway train
views from hotel room
The city streets below me
Welsh and English on the signs
Old and new in contrast
amongst the ancient lines

Put some music on my i-pod
Slumber called aloud my name
Resistance pretty futile
as tiredness swiftly came
Still there remained a moment
for some thoughts about the day
A few short lines reflecting
some words I had to say



Home III

It’s always with some pleasure
when I have been away
Getting closer to my home
at the end of a long day

Yesterday met that description
hook, line and total sinker
Eighteen hours, give or take
(It really was a stinker)!

But all that’s now behind me
and I can rest, relax and chill
Safe here in the knowledge that
my home will that gap fill


The Blank Page

Awoke to a new day sunrise
like a blank page in a book
And with my pen there poised and ready
paused for a lingering look

This week there’ll be new words written
though they’re a mystery right now
But I’ll know them each as they appear
and reach my page somehow

It’ll be five days in the waiting though
before you, the reader, share
as I’m off to Cardiff down in Wales
and will be out of contact there

A week away from e-type things
but it’s good to have a rest
And it will not stop the writing
so it’s all then for the best!



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