Poem: Quieter bliss
October 26, 2026
Quieter bliss
sipping and flipping
dog licking paws
sun goldilocking
— neither broiling
not cloud ducking —
the only sounds
the flick of page
and eyelids' blink.
On the table
the new book
crowning —
Stephen King.
Intake of breath
as he does what he does —
pickpocketing brain
stealing disbelief.
PS Cottier
Like so many around the world, I lost myself in this recent publication by Stephen King and Peter Straub. Such a joy, particularly as it feeds into the world of the Dark Tower novels, as well as finishing the trilogy that began in 1984 with The Talisman. I tried to slow my reading speed so that the experience would last longer, but that proved all but impossible.
Long may Mr King continue to horrify and delight.
Tuesday Poem: Up
February 15, 2016
Up
To look up from cracks
to see two joined
fifty years by love,
cemented into couple,
completed by time;
To feel sudden sun’s lick
render you gerbera,
face stroked by light petal
eight minutes old
caressed by time;
To see dog raise hairy flag
of flesh and wag
a fan in smell-poem air,
simple and clear,
careless of time;
is joy.
P.S. Cottier
I wrote this ages ago and can’t remember if it’s been published. Not on My List, so probably not! (My List is all the publications and awards I’ve had, and is a kind of memoir. But listier and with rather less angst.)
A simple poem with a bit of repetition for those who like that sort of thing. The dog in the photo likes the same line of poetry being thrown out again and again. We’d call it a stick.
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