Harmony by Tim Rudall

Harmony


Society and song both require total harmony
To function as they should ideally: synchronised equality.
Duality of many: varied, though in perfect symmetry
Their unity is truly key for sounds of life that must be heard

When keys are clashed we clearly note the opposites, extremities
These contradictions indicate clear incompatibilities
As members we can only offer lenient flexibility
A pitch is bent to fit the key, the tune is sweeter still

Mother by Tim Rudall

A comfort by and by, you are
And though the years don’t lie, you see
The tender side of me, I yield
My truer self to you
Behind my sterner traits, there dwells
A meekness, long it waits, to tell
You all it’s longed to share, with
Only you, only your ear
Of course, a son I am to both; no rues,
No discourse pulled by sloth. It’s just
A simpler course we cross, Mum
How time paves, and builds, and welds

Dream by Tim Rudall

Alone, apart, detached from rational careering
Now veering between highways and cotton-wool D-roads
A near miss that - phew – honk your bell at the culprit
One broad field ahead, floating, snooze-control…Oh Shit!
What’s this? Hello Pete! Been a while, how’s your dog?
Those shoes were once lost. Now they’re back…and they’re pink
I’ll try them if I can see past my knees through the fog.
A crack somewhere. Or the radiator behind my bed.

One stage of lucidity, then I’m dozing anew
Now I’ve gained some control let’s be off again. Round two.

City by Tim Rudall

City

Mad scenes! And really, who needs grass
When such other sights amuse my eyes?
Buildings and vegetables lining the skies
Ten thousand degrees, or creeds and castes

Such smells too! The Covent Gardenias sweet
Rosey dawns and other nasal treats
From here to there I'm certain to meet.
A few steps more? The stench of old feet.