Poetry list

is never or always

as I watch daily delights
and miracles the incoming
tide scudding clouds laughter
of children even the
delusory permanence of a
painting and infectious
strain of music I wonder
and then I wonder if they
are real because now gone –
more so my life’s love so
vividly achingly real but
never to be touched in
ecstasy again without the
matrix of time is there any
meaning for the time bound
clocks must tick and sixty
to the minute or we’re all
lost lost to reality that is
and never can be mine or
even ours whilst every heart
beats as the anchor of self

© Neil Thompson 2025