Stuart Miller-Osborne

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On calm days such as these I cannot see where the sea ends And the silence of heaven begins There are no visible horizons ahead The edge of the world awaits me Grey Grey Grey Horizons Grey

Grey Grey Grey Horizons Grey On calm days such as these I cannot see where the sea ends And the silence of heaven begins There are no visible horizons ahead The edge of the world awaits me Ships Log Aurora

Dearest Carrie I trust you are well and that NYC is to your liking With reference to your invitation It would be a pleasure to visit you in the Fall How strange it was to have spotted you Walking across that bridge With trains passing above you And vehicles to your side I loved your…

When I was at school I studied architecture Instead of mathematics Venice was my subject Yet I was confused How such a beautiful city Had been built in a muddy lagoon When I asked my master He sent me a short film clip Of a silver subway train Crossing an iron bridge I discovered the…

My wife and I were camping On Thistledown Common We were snug and naked In our joint sleeping bag Our aim was to photograph Dawn breaking her night colour And painting the skies passion But that did not happen As we were awoken by a helicopter Which was hovering above us The down draft blew…

If you find anything by chance it is chance only You might consider it a quirk of mathematics The music of maths- but it is not -as the music Is replaced by a vacancy- unlikely to be repeated Yesterday on a street in Folkestone I found a posy A small posy of mixed dry flowers…

Laying on my perfumed pillow thinking about the art of Scandinavia Watching an Urban Artist from a vandalised bus shelter Walking into the bathroom naked and quite sleepy and finding that your brother is taking a piss He says that I look like a boy I accept this as a compliment Visiting a pencil factory…

He said to me that he did not expect to return And entrusted me with his battered black Bible He was right as he and his unit did not return After the war had ended I married my Winnie And returned to teaching mathematics at Grey Towers About a year later I discovered his Bible…

I knew him for just a single night He was the most gentle of lovers Tender compassionate and quiet Later I saw him off at the railway station All I can remember of him was his eyes His deep green and incredibly sad eyes