Thought For The Day

Thinking about how my wife can still come back from having her hair done looking fantastic, whereas when I go it’s a conservation project.

The Playthings Of Man

Those of you who have read my book will have come across a namecheck in the foreword of a certain Kenneth White. White introduced the term Geopoetics, the meaning of which has informed both my writing and the way that I see the world for a long time-long before I had even heard of Geopoetics or knew what it meant.

Being an admirer of White’s poetry and his waybooks, this afternoon I was sat outside in what is perhaps the final ebb of summer, reading House Of Tides. This quote, of an old Japanese saying, stood out:

In youth a man plays with women, in middle age with the arts, and in old age with a garden.

I put it in context for myself.

Here I am: happily married; playing at being a poet; thinking about peas.

 

Question

My idealism has become diluted over time. Does age do that to you?

The Gathering Gale

It was probably not the best of ideas to tidy the garden up this afternoon, considering the weather forecast.

But there does seem something rather apt about me leaning on the wall, gasping, the wind taking my breath, while I am up to my ankles in decay.

Claws for the Weekend:Grim Reality

I was walking the dog early this morning. As I passed a parked car I happened to glance at my reflection in the window. For the first time ever, the thought came:

I am getting old.

Despite my collar turned up and cap pulled down low, I could see it.

Autumn is here, the season of change and decay. The natural way of things.

Hold that happy thought.

Try and feel comfortable in your skin. Avoid all smoking mirrors.

And don’t forget to moisturise.

 

Have a great weekend.

See you on the flip side.

Generations

‘Mary with her Grandfather Jasper, around 1900’

Separated by generations, 
from each other, and from you.
And time that yellows this paper
fades the memory of us, too.
In our yearning and our striving
spent so quickly, we did leave
behind our youth and our glory,
and came soon to a place to grieve.