short-eared durham owl meditating over the dale’s edge, shadows the fields and folds in elegant diurnal flight. on windside,careful sight may swoop to prey and away.
your yellow broad-eyed look, at once both sharp and distant, holds me. oh,silence, oh ,wind on green, oh. earth, sky.
immense your held vision, sphere without centre, pied geometer of flight, s ketch your descent and ascent.
You stabbed my heart when I was left alone Telling me my writing was like porn Now you give me nightmares, be my pest We all need one or two,and you confessed
My writing is so bad, you envy not Did I hit you on a painful spot? If others have a gift, that is their call You have yours , get out a net and trawl
Ambivalent in love which turns to hate We wound ourselves in making this our fate Talking overmuch lets such thoughts out As tea will pour down from a tilted spout
The ancient virtues,patience and restraint Shall be our wise protectors when distraught
Oh,light bulb foreseen by our God Save us all from darkness’ rod You are our Saviour as foretold In prophecy by ancients bold. We will worship you at night When sunken is the sun so bright. We’ll watch TV and Kindle fire No more to play shall we aspire. We’ll wear ourselves out watching screens, As from a can we eat baked beans We’ll send for pizzas with our phones With which we never feel alone. We might talk to our partner dear Though texting is much easier. We see the neon street lights gleam Where once we saw the moon’s cold beams And in bed we read our books With a kindle or a nook We put beneath out pillows fair I phones which we long to hear Can one have too much new light? From technology some take flight For gone are seasons, and their fruit As our computer we reboot. New potatoes all year round Avocados once quite rare Now seen almost everywhere .Melons,grapes and fresh green peas As the birds sing,life’s a breeze. Oh light bulbs,fluorescent tubes Electric candle, light is cubed. We thank you for extended days Maybe we’ll find time for prayers. God is great in mystery No light bulb can help us see. In silence,darkness, meditate Wonder what will be our fate. As retribution for our wrong Satan stabs us with his prongs He needs no more light in hell The fiery furnace cooks as well!