Familiar music moves
Through a time that went
Before it ever came.
I flew with the albatross
When feelings
For someone imagined in the smoke
Never found their way.
Monday 30 September 2013
Fortune
She holds only her seeker's eyes,
As her wise wheel turns
Through their spirited lives.
Where forgotten,
Fortune dies.
(Spring 1978)
As her wise wheel turns
Through their spirited lives.
Where forgotten,
Fortune dies.
(Spring 1978)
Poppy Fields
The pearl light of dawn
Drowned in its watery mirage.
A false sun rose
In the midnight sky.
So young.
There was no glory,
Only death.
(November 1977)
Drowned in its watery mirage.
A false sun rose
In the midnight sky.
So young.
There was no glory,
Only death.
(November 1977)
Silent Isolation
City bustle fades.
Smothered sounds sink,
In a whispering smoke
Surrounding a cocooned peace
In which I stay, motionless.
At ease, in silent isolation.
Waiting for a curtain of silver rain
To descend on this sleep.
(October 1977)
Smothered sounds sink,
In a whispering smoke
Surrounding a cocooned peace
In which I stay, motionless.
At ease, in silent isolation.
Waiting for a curtain of silver rain
To descend on this sleep.
(October 1977)
Crying
A crying conscience weeps
Beneath fate's phantom-breath.
A whispering stream washes away
A decaying depth of vision.
Only a watery-eyed image remains,
To be remembered.
(September 1977)
Beneath fate's phantom-breath.
A whispering stream washes away
A decaying depth of vision.
Only a watery-eyed image remains,
To be remembered.
(September 1977)
An Illusive Dream
The future's clear lines haze,
Expectations painfully adapt.
Old visions linger on
In placid persistance
After the signing away
Of an illusive dream.
(September 1977)
Expectations painfully adapt.
Old visions linger on
In placid persistance
After the signing away
Of an illusive dream.
(September 1977)
Muddle
It rained.
I rushed.
Confused.
Recent conversations
Bleach my brain.
Thoughts grow,
Muddle,
Disperse
And are lost
The sun glares on puddled-pavements
Walk towards another problem.
Try to solve it
Before I meet it.
(July 1977)
I rushed.
Confused.
Recent conversations
Bleach my brain.
Thoughts grow,
Muddle,
Disperse
And are lost
The sun glares on puddled-pavements
Walk towards another problem.
Try to solve it
Before I meet it.
(July 1977)
Sun
Hello!
Good morning sun,
Happy rising.
Good day sun,
Happy shining.
Good afternoon sun,
Happy scorching.
Good evening sun.
Happy sinking.
Cherio!
Author's Note:
The above poem would suggest that I'm a bit odd.
But I'm not sure. I saw a cat today but that didn't tell me much either, probably because it was busy peeing all over our rhubarb.
(Summer 1977)
Good morning sun,
Happy rising.
Good day sun,
Happy shining.
Good afternoon sun,
Happy scorching.
Good evening sun.
Happy sinking.
Cherio!
Author's Note:
The above poem would suggest that I'm a bit odd.
But I'm not sure. I saw a cat today but that didn't tell me much either, probably because it was busy peeing all over our rhubarb.
(Summer 1977)
Debutantes
Shaped, patterned and textured.
Delicately destined to vanity.
No core is enclosed.
Blind to the seas' secrets
Shells, exhibit themselves.
(Spring 1977)
Delicately destined to vanity.
No core is enclosed.
Blind to the seas' secrets
Shells, exhibit themselves.
(Spring 1977)
Suppressed Thoughts
Rays glare
Through flinching glass.
Grey light looms
Heavy with frustration.
Advances,
Enters.
All is dissolved
Into dense confusion
Of suppressed thoughts.
(Spring 1977)
Through flinching glass.
Grey light looms
Heavy with frustration.
Advances,
Enters.
All is dissolved
Into dense confusion
Of suppressed thoughts.
(Spring 1977)
Thursday 26 September 2013
Wednesday 25 September 2013
True Love
Translucent liquid gold
That flows so naturally.
A richness that envelopes you
A purity that overwhelms you
A sensation so strange and revealing.
All your trouble dissolves away.
They no longer exist.
Instead there is a mystical world
Of velvet clouds that engulf you
Diamond stars that surround you.
Godlike faces smile at you
Their long, soft whispy hair
Dances in the gentle loving breeze.
It is everlasting, immortal
It is for consuming, inhaling.
How I worship you.
My passion for you will never fade
Oh "Johnnie Walker"
With your sturdy base,
Round shoulders
and crystal clear skin.
Will you ever know
How grateful I am?
For your 26 2/3 FL oz
Of pure Scotch Whisky
(Spring 1977)
That flows so naturally.
A richness that envelopes you
A purity that overwhelms you
A sensation so strange and revealing.
All your trouble dissolves away.
They no longer exist.
Instead there is a mystical world
Of velvet clouds that engulf you
Diamond stars that surround you.
Godlike faces smile at you
Their long, soft whispy hair
Dances in the gentle loving breeze.
It is everlasting, immortal
It is for consuming, inhaling.
How I worship you.
My passion for you will never fade
Oh "Johnnie Walker"
With your sturdy base,
Round shoulders
and crystal clear skin.
Will you ever know
How grateful I am?
For your 26 2/3 FL oz
Of pure Scotch Whisky
(Spring 1977)
Water-colour Shadows
Floating in a vast emptiness.
A loose, airy silence
Lingers in a timeless abyss.
Water-colour shadows
and velvet-vague clouds
Wonder uncertainly
Suspended in a senseless eternity.
(Spring 1977)
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