Not a candle of light
That flickers, goes out

But woven of colour
Of bobbins, of shuttles

Rhythm and sparking
As patterns repeating

Of threads woven from space
When we were first new


© 2014 Paul R Taylor

Please mind the gap

between the platform and the train

                  the sunshine and the rain

                  the heartbeat and the brain

                  the laughter and the pain

                  the summit and the drain


© 2013/14 Paul R Taylor 

Life

What every person thinks
of what every person thought
of what every person said
of what each might have done

Trust gone out the window

Fear won?


© 2014 Paul R Taylor

Not exactly standing still.

Some things are still getting done,
Meals,
Washing,
Some thinking,
Some pondering.

And on days there is movement,
Motivation,
Energy,
New things,
Some excitement.

And on days,
My bed
Is the best place there is,
Enticing,
Captivating.

But where am I?
Am I going?
Or coming?


© 2014 Paul Taylor

Outside, a sunny day,
Celebrations, hip hooray.

Hide away, what to do?
Who to be? Missing you.

Inside, quite subdued,
Melancholy, in a mood.

What to do, where to go,
Even still I love you so.

Gone away, won’t return,
Feelings for you they still burn.

Moving on? Can’t let go,
In the quiet I miss you so.


© 2002 Paul Taylor
Written when others were enjoying the Queen’s Golden Jubilee.