Category: IN THE ROUND

Beginnings

Lost in different ways
they case each other out
darting eyes and fidgets
betraying the nerves inside.

Bit by bit, vetted detail
unravels mind and heart,
taking turns telling truths
as time and trust collide.

Glances turn to looks
locked and charging fast
with a magic current
firing up circuit boards.

The trip home abuzz
with eagerly sent updates
fills with quick replays
dissected by the frame.

Belly Laughter

All the lists and forms
fall away in the final hour
clearing slates for friends
and all their hysteric power.

Clinks and cackles play
in our boardroom of hearts,
trading updates big and small
from since we’ve been apart.

Uncontrollably we howl
with laughter from the gut
filling the night with joy
that slams the long day shut.

Aching ribs and damp eyes
bookend a wide smile fold
charging the strut home
with a fortune we behold.

Deep And Meaningfuls

You sit calmly and silent
following my racket
giving nods and smiles
to show you’re keeping up.

Every last thread of detail
unravels in an onslaught
I’m desperate to offload
as quickly as you say ‘Pint’.

Then it’s your turn to go.

Rounds and words flow
to our pact’s usual drill
getting everything out
to devise each other’s plan.

One of these a month
keeps it all afloat
informing the next tales
we dissect, resolve and file.

Familiar Might

There’s no agenda here in one sense.
In another it’s a given we’ll each dispense
what’s on our minds behind the day-to-day fence;
hopes and fears without brave face pretence.

And then when it’s off the chest we rest
revelling, feeling blessed in the de-stress;
a mesh of heroics, hugs and in-crowd jest.
The suppressed, addressed, allows progress.

We raise our glasses, pass the light.
We plot, we party, we own the night.
We laugh. The creasing makes things right.
The dark is charged with familiar might.

There is necessity in the excess.
Neat tidy lives need occasional mess.
Discoveries take a little digress.
Moderation prevents any regress.

Well that’s one way, tried and tested.
Truths are found in counter-suggestions.
What you get back equals investments.
Never bank on a solo assessment.

We raise our glasses, pass the light.
We plot, we party, we own the night.
We laugh. The creasing makes things right.
The dark is charged with familiar might.

We raise our glasses, pass the light.
We plot, we party, we own the night.
We laugh. The creasing makes things right.
The dark is charged with familiar might.

Belonging

It’s magic how vast whatever is out there
and here we are sitting over two tiny beers
rolling through the routines of private jokes
basking in the glory of a friend’s rich anecdote
as if nothing else matters and nothing exists
but the joy and understanding, a shared bliss
we each treasure in our different little ways
and couldn’t over-indulge with genuine praise
for the hours of fortune, giving tales and facts
these moments deserve our own blue plaques
the ever-giving and ever-grateful merry band
a magnificent microscopic scratch on the land.