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March 31, 2012

The toothache

Filed under: poems — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 10:15 am

Dull, jaw ache distracts
Tongue probes,a finger picks
Trapped morsels imagined

Petrol panic

Filed under: poems — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 10:14 am

Petrol panic, gullible queue thirty minutes for a thimbleful

March 23, 2012

Suburban skyline

Filed under: poems — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 7:14 pm

Backlit grey clouds silhouetted on a charcoal suburban  landscape

March 18, 2012

Mother

Filed under: poems — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 4:23 pm

Golden nature, lasting beauty,

forget at the peril of your soul.

The flower

Filed under: poems — Tags: , — Trefor Davies @ 10:09 am

Hues of pink on pale green stem,

fleeting beauty, unnatural purpose.

March 5, 2012

We are moving him into retirement flats at the weekend

Filed under: miscellany — Trefor Davies @ 8:00 pm

We are moving him into retirement flats at the weekend. It’s a one way ticket. They never make it out again you know. Kiss goodbye to life pop. Sure we will turn up on a Sunday and take him for the occasional spin and he can walk to the post office to buy his paper. When you’re in that place you watch the other occupants die around you. One day you’re talking to them about heating bills and the next they’re gone. Bang! Dead! And then their family, if they have one, moves their stuff out and it all starts again. A new name to learn, and forget.

He isn’t that mobile these days. Sits at the window a lot looking at life passing by outside, thinking. He has a TV. It’s a new one. He had to get rid of the old museum piece because of the digital switchover. Likes a bit of a tipple too and used to get down the pub a bit though that’s mostly a thing of the past. Used to go for early doors with his mate but his pal’s not around anymore. I take him back there once in a while. It isn’t the same really. The staff have changed. Anyway he has a problem with booze now. Prostate.

We are moving him into retirement flats at the weekend. It’s for the best.

March 3, 2012

cobwebs

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 11:47 am

Remove my specs and rub my eyes – a moment of relief
Run a hand through my hair – not too long but this morning feels as if it needs a cut
Coffee cup lies empty – froth clings to the sides
Cobwebs cling inside my head – specs need a clean

Around me people talk of escalators and computers and trousers at £9 from ASDA and interesting things from Skellingthorpe and a grandad looks after his boy and a phone rings in the distance

February 25, 2012

the first cup

Filed under: poems — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 7:31 am

I sip the first cup
carefully until cool,
swill and swallow,
refresh.

February 22, 2012

waiting for a train in 140 characters or less

Filed under: chinks,poems — Trefor Davies @ 6:38 pm

waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, for a train

February 17, 2012

Modern Times – not by Charlie Chaplin

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 6:48 pm

The train runs half an hour late. Your stop is cancelled. The train crawls to a halt there anyway. The doors aren’t released. *#%TILT%#*

 

from an original tweet by @paul_clarke

inside the dome

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 5:07 pm

Acid rain keeps me inside the dome. Outside there is devastation and mutants prowl the denuded forest. Communications with the rest of the world stopped some time ago – can’t tell how long. I am comfortable enough. I have a table under the awning looking out onto the pavement. I sit here perpetually, it seems. Nobody asks for the bill. Nobody wants to know when I will be going. There is nowhere to go. I can’t get back to my villa. The drinks keep coming. Each one feels fresh as if it was my first. I sometimes eat and they clear the plates away.

oo la la carte

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 4:54 pm

MENU DE SOIR, Plats chauds, Cocktails, Porto, Champagne, Plats du Jour, Sorbets, Crème glaces, desserts, croques, SALADES, patissierie, café – thé

February 16, 2012

The mental shoulder shrug

Filed under: poems — Trefor Davies @ 2:27 pm

The mental shoulder shrug
Cafe au lait in Cafe Rouge
Time passed, Parisian pavements
Lost thoughts, careless moments.

February 15, 2012

noisy bunch quiet brunch

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 11:55 am

Cooped up, stressed, tired, argumentative, sulky, whinge, smoke alarm, trumpet practice, noise, noise, noise, noise, noise.

A bike ride brings peace. A corner of the table. A quiet brunch.  A large cup of tea.  Ahhh.

February 14, 2012

huge kids

Filed under: chinks,poems — Trefor Davies @ 6:27 pm

they used to be small
now they are huge with attitude
i look up
from my lowly position of parent
see the results
of that investment in fruit, vegetables, protein and love
it seems to have worked
why would i ever have thought otherwise
they can be sensible
looking up again
from that feet on the ground perspective
i smile

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