Saturday, 8 September 2018

Strictures



I'm not dying t' make th’ idea seem it was always 
a commodity; although basking in sunshine's one 
way o' faking y’ handle alfresco arrangements ok - 
when you try t’ write - you find gaps between that 
which works effectively at y’ desk but is ‘doomed’ 
to failure out here, inevitably, and without redress; 
yeah, you can sneak back indoors - but I digress - 
the aim was t’ be unaffectedly freed of ‘strictures’ 

which play havoc with creativity; yet they’re there 
as the manifestations we carry everywhere t’ hold 
us to reality we’d be lost without - well, damn me, 
I’d swear it’s cool breeze and a reflected glare off 
that glass-top table, along with need for cushions 
on the outdoor chair to relax enough t’ feel freed 
© 9 July 2018, I. D. Carswell 

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