To whom it may return,
I know you as the man
who learned
me better than myself
And pulled me off this crooked shelf

I knew you as the tall hero from the back pages
Of books you lent that I never finished

But that will never diminish
The quiet strength I felt in you
In this one-time show, this crazy zoo,

There's a temperance
A certain devotion that you
Inspire
To all that's true
And higher

© Copyright David Bosworth July 2021

among the rolling hills
remark, the gift of life
hung like a lark
the truest view
the sky so hued
from a blazed canvas
none surely knew

disparate in the lush greenland
Italy swore! from God's hand
the wind-kind night
the old boar's plight
mauling about in the half-light
ready to make hay

© Copyright David Bosworth November 2018

I say goodbye to too many old friends
Their passing comes as the season ends
And I seek reassurance
For something in which there's no insurance
My handwriting changed
Guess it's to do with age
My X chromosome splinters
and maybe its the coming of winter
But what lies do they tell us
When all that's left is rigor mortis

© Copyright David Bosworth November 2018

Abounding,
a new suspicion.
Your history, like the sky's immortal smile in a sunbeam,
but you're not there.
I want you,
you were of the stars, and their pulsing radiance
is what mortal beings bask in, ignorance a final plea.

I search in the vanity of the town's conquests, every time it ever
won your witty reserve - search the gratitude of the folk, I search
their laugh lines for life's thanks
To see if they bettered you, are they worthy?
- some are dull as planks.

© Copyright David Bosworth August 2015

I was masquerading
as myself
In the garden, in February;
You'd had
your birthday party
a hundred miles away. You wouldn't see me
But I found a flat helium balloon
as I circled aimlessly around the garden.
Out of gas, it had landed, with a
tail of silver & purple party streamers.
A miniscule coincidence; as
I laughed into the fervent air,
the cold wind was no longer gusting.

© Copyright David Bosworth August 2015

It's imperative to me to believe the universe has a centre, well, the Milky Way has one.
Solar System, too
What if, what if
there is no centre to anything and it's tragic the Sun has to think for the planets - elastic bands, floating soap bubbles in a bath

© Copyright David Bosworth December 2014

And just to prove a matter of fact
suggest love to everybody you find___

© Copyright David Bosworth December 2014