PAINTINGS AND PHOTOGRAPHS AND POETRY AND THINGS

SOME POETRY Where are you now? To my father – who was a real poet! There we were Mid conversation About this and that - Nothing profound Or perhaps it was! Turned my back for just a moment You are no longer around! I miss your counsel Your wisdom and the way You saw the world. Ignoring the flaws In the folks of every day Concentrating only On the good in humankind Feelings hurt so easily The curse of a creative mind! You left abruptly One nondescript Saturday morning When November was still new Immortalising the day - When rain glazed pavements navy blue And autumn was still dressed to kill. You’re no longer here to listen You would have understood! These myriad glimpses of Heaven These moments of perfection. When reaching for the phone To tell you of these wonders Discuss what it was all about, Search for the right word And where it should be placed, Share with you a moment Tease an idea out! Bu