more like treading water
here in the slack pool of night
or a long walk to nowhere
movement happening
but no behind or before
like didi and gogo
my trudge is all
on the one black spot
there's a sadness humming
in the skylight corners
a wind song looking
for a tune
it's all melisma
my blues
for busted sleep
and burgled dreams
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About Dick Jones
I'm a post-retirement Drama teacher, currently working part-time. I have a grown-up son and daughter, three grandchildren and three young children from my second marriage. I write - principally poetry but prose too, both fitfully published. My poetry collection Ancient Lights is published by Phoenicia Publishing (www.phoeniciapublishing.com) and my translation of Blaise Cendrars' 'Trans-Siberian Prosody and Little Jeanne from France' (illustrated by my friend, the artist, writer and long-time blogger Natalie d'Arbeloff) is published by Old Stile Press (www.oldstilepress.com).
I play bass guitar & bouzouki in the song-based acoustic/electric trio Moorby Jones, playing entirely original material.
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sisyphus 
Beautuful but so sad.
Thanks, Irene. My blues for busted sleep!
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