Bye - the - Bye
By Barnes Pond SW13 on a bright spring morning
The accident of the molecular.
All heads: men - women - dogs
-Pidgeon’s and all the fish & toads
of the pond.
Silken veils we each breathe
here – sat by Barnes pond
on the sun kissed April morning.
A goose shrieks against
the wind – fracturing
(like a bolt of thunder).
Practically visible as lightning
The daffodils (now yesterday’s idol)
fading and dropping away.
An old woman draws against the pavements
Insufferable mood. Yet still she goes on….
Waiting for: The passing of time, life and… more time
As the pigeons scatter around
For the rich pickings
that make or may not make their day.
In these wide sparse arenas
where something runs, pulsates
into silence. A sweet happiness is just around
the corner, here. Bye-the bye
- Jonathan Beale 2016
Jonathan Beale poems published in such journals as: Penwood Review, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl, ‘Don’t Be Afraid: An Anthology to Seamus Heaney’, Ygdrasil, The Four Seasons Anthology, The Seventh Quarry, Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology, The Curly Mind, The Beatnik Cowboy, Dali’s LoveChild, Storm Cycle Anthology (Best of Hurricane Press 2015), The Jawline Review, Bluepepper, and Jellyfish Whispers .