Poem: Obituary
Don't we all wonder how our lives will be assessed when we die? Read more...
RDN’s poems.
Since 2013 I have been writing more poems. They are not terrifically "poetic" though they bend the rules of prose (orderly syntax, orderly progression of argument) sufficiently to be worth the descritpion, I hope. They are in pretty plain speech. They are intended to be read aloud and their punctuation aims at being a rough guide to that.Page 3
Poem: Being quite trim
For a couple of years I have been what's called careful about what I eat, and have taken quite a lot of exercise. I wrote this as a kind of vanitas. Read more...
Poem: Love poem #1
Here is the first of a tranche of poems I wrote in 1996 for Valerie, who became my wife in 2013. Read more...
Poem: Love poem #2
This is the second of a tranche of love poems from 1996. Read more...
Poem: Love poem #3
This is the third of a tranche of love poems from 1996. Read more...
Poem: Love poem #4
This is the fourth and last of a tranche of love poems from 1996 Read more...
Poem: Wintering geese
What's the command-and-control in a skein of geese? Read more...
Poem: Digital
A couple of years ago, I had a run-in with my brain. I like its not having a precise diagnosis, and even better that it only happened once, briefly. (Insurers please note.) Read more...
Poem: The sound of a carotid
A couple of years ago I had a.... No that's boring. Hell, I'm 67, I am in the zone, no more or less than that, so far. I have had the odd brush, the odd procedure, I take the meds... Read more...
Poem: Schoolboys on a bus
I like my bus rides into town. We are a very mixed bunch, but I like best checking out the real-life youngsters I overhear. How like are they to the reality-TV shows and dramas by which I normally get to hear and watch them? How like the young of other generations? Read more...