Posted in Uncategorized, tagged acceptance, art, certainty, frost, landscape, landscape photography, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, Poetry, spring, Wales, weather on April 21, 2020| Leave a Comment »
SPRING FROST
take this tight
fist of frost
sky knifed
star edge cold.
all night growing
winter chime
whispered seed.
Certain is
fools for fools
while the world turns.
Life and death
a blade edge breath
that flips and loves either.
The in and the out of it
that we would hold fixed
and steady as a sure eye.
King ‘til the Spring sun
smiles over the hill
and dreams of summer
quiet upon the air.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged assumptions, certainties, certainty, fabrication of personal histories, fallability, lost in space, memory, mind, misreading the signs, personal viewpoint, perspective, Poetry, universal uncertainty on July 15, 2013| 9 Comments »
Illustration is ” bone white hollows”, a sketch for a piece of silver darkness.
A DEEPENING LOW
It shall return to silence soon enough,
So let the railing vent and blow.
They fall into nothingness:
Grains of irritation
That might turn to pearl
But instead accumulate
And smother for no good purpose
But decay.
And decay is within
That treasured storehouse,
That defining hall of measurement
Where all apparent becomes fixed
And sure.
All, all, fairy gold- dust and sticks.
No ell, no cubit, but all chains,
All a measure of inappropriate approximation,
Misreadings, misjudgments,
Missed, missing persons,
Never identified, lost;
Posted posters “Gone Missing”,
Abraded, disfigured by time
And unkind passings.
The subtle arc of self-destruction
So like flying, not falling.
But there it is:
A matter of perspective,
Parallax and doppler.
Red shift
As one by one
Certainties flicker out
Beyond reach.
I am, after all, it seems,
Defined by the shape
Of emptiness,
And maybe only that, too,
Is borrowed.
“And we scatter,
The many millions of us
In different directions,
Self-absorbed,
Constantly muttering
Our own names
Lest we forget ourselves……”
Illustration is “bone claw moon”, a sketch for a silver design that may one day emerge from the mirk
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged assuredness, certainty, change, commitment, emptiness, fullness, light, moon, moonlight, night, Poetry, waning moon on May 5, 2013| 3 Comments »
MOTHER MOON
She pours it all out,
Empty, ringing.
She knows
Fullness will come again,
And she will pour
Herself empty
Without regret.
Teach us,
Mother moon.
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