A Scented Recollection

I’m not too fond of roses

but I have a memory

of the pale pink kind

growing near our kitchen door

and how, on a summer evening

when I took the dog out for

his last pee of the day

that pale pink scent would creep,

wisp-like, around the gable end,

carried on a soft breeze,

and enfold me; and it seemed

in the stillness of that moment,

that a corner of my heart

would be filled

with a sense of peace

This

Deep sadness close to despair 

Can’t find a reason to be
Feels like I’m adrift 
alone on a darkening sea
Lights have gone out one by one
Then three at a time, leaving no-one 
anywhere near:
shadows gathered around the sun
There’s not even a breathe of wind
Only a dreadful lonely stillness, 
the kind that feels empty but not 
peaceful
If I dig down a bit I can feel;
but it’s all too much.
Like diving to the bottom of the sea; 
and having to struggle back up 
just so I can breathe
At least I still 
want to breathe 
Maybe there is some trick in that
30 November 2019