Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allegory, Apple, auto-translation, myth, Poetry, spirit, Welsh language on September 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Apple
A mist, apple-scented.
My love:
A lake that is not a lake,
A scinter of song,
Small eternal longing.
A thousand shattered dancing suns
Dying on the ripples
And reborn.
Afal
Mae niwl, persawrus-afal.
Mae fy nghariad:
A llyn sydd ddim yn llyn,
A sglein o gân,
hiraeth tragwyddol bach
A mil o haul dawnsio chwalu
Marw ar y crychdonnau a ail eni.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allegory, art, awareness, bleating lambs, digital jiggerypokery, early morning, easter, Haiku-ish, landscape, landscape photography, meditation (definition of), morning, Poetry, sheep, Sound, spring, sun, vision, witness on April 17, 2014| 3 Comments »
EASTERTIDE
Morning sun.
Lambs and ewes.
In the shadows
Where frost dissolves:
Cool moved airs,
A glistening reflection.
A movement,
A stillness:
The space where thought
Had been.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allegory, awareness, civilisation, collective unconscious, cosmos, deities, mythic history, Poetry, politics, relativity, religion, temporality on February 24, 2013| 6 Comments »
FADING
It is a wonder we remain so long,
So pitted against the odds,
So tossed by ill-considered notions,
So ill-equiped,
So abandoned by squabbling gods
Who sense their own slow demise,
( the flowers of eternity caught
In first frost, petals bruised
And falling.
They will let go, even,
They will forget the juice
Of absolute power,
Leaving their cities
By the ocean’s side,
Leaving their phosphorescent palaces,
Their plastic groaning tables,
Their self-absorbed contemplations.
Before they smell the rot
And sink to feed the soil
They will wander into the mountains,
Mendicants with eyes on fire,
Find caves, light lamps,
Light incense,
Searching for that place
Where they took that wrong turn,
Missed the point,
Laughed at the wrong line,
Stepped across a void,
Instead of falling.
And they shall stay
Until they, and we too,
Fade to a line of footprints,
( they were moving quickly,
Hand in hand),
Shallow dips slowly
Filling with rain,
Reflecting the spindrift
Birth and death
Of spiral galaxies.
simonhlilly 