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Scribbles

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 12, 2014| 7 Comments »

Scribbled reminders.

A big mistake it is
To hold that life belongs
Within the certain bounds
Of ones that begin and end,
Live and die, generated, disintegrated.
That outside the skins of being
Are voids of senselessness.
Look bravely beyond the borders,
Yet fail to recognise reflections in mirrors:
Self is an organ
Not an organism,
A way of catching the light,
Ice floes on oceans,
A difference of density.

—

No matter how pink
The clouds of dawn:
The blackthorn blossom remains
White as snow.

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One Moment After Another

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 5, 2014| 4 Comments »

ONE MOMENT AFTER ANOTHER

1
The morning is
Daffodils and speedwell.

Above the tumble,
Jackdaws skim and surf
Blurred wind.

There will be,
(Say the clouds),
An afternoon of shadows
Collecting rainbows.

A season of light,
A thimble
Of forgetfulness.

2
Dawn reflex
A refection of cloud.
Nothing I could have done better.

Dappled elegance, cold blanket,
A tipping of scales,
A slow drift to the east.

A furrow, cross-cutting purpose,
A tiny friction, a wing-beat.

A sampling of enigmatic facts,
A certain blue
A certain distance,
A shading off into infinity.

(refection = a remaking, a nutrient, a food for body, mind and spirit)

3
New rising
Mist and birds,
Rising with the sun.
Rabbits pause and scatter.
Slow hills take form.
Heaven divides from earth.
A bleating of lambs.

4
Light in lines and waves
A moment mirroring
Off rooftop frost.
White grasses shudder and steam.
A birth of shadows, proud instants
No longer in between.

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Two for Imbolc

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2014| 2 Comments »

VALLEY SPIRIT

Over the last hill
Our prize is the view

Where the village nests,
Wood wreathed, woodsmoke.

Gathered fields almost,
Almost ready for spring

But patient, cautious,
Unhurried.

As unhurried as the morning.
Its grey lambswool clouds,
A blanket for Imbolc.

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CROSS-HATCH

Imbolc morning:
Clouds like wolves,
And sheep.
Sun on all.

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Two Paths, Solstice.

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on December 22, 2013| 16 Comments »

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WHITE SUN

A white sun
Drags low its cloak
Of long shadows.

The whispered song is
Fierce starlight,
Bitter winds.

Fast, small life,
This little wren
Dives into ivy,
Chiding sudden rain.

Standing still
To watch
An old pause
In time,
A breath
Caught, held,
Witnessed.

The dance melancholic,
A glory retained.
Satin, smoothed,
It slips
So swiftly by:
Shortest day.

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TEETER, THE BRINK

Now is the dark time.
What shall we do but sleep
Or light a lamp.
Illuminate, dream.
Mould our visions,
Plant good seeds
In hope.

The fast bleak grasp
Throttles sense,
Extinguishes
Simple warmth.
Small goodnesses
Are left us only,
And so they must suffice.

Trust in a return,
Slow or sweeping.
What is unlooked for
Yet remains.
To become unswayed,
To cherish, to succour.
Each one to their own dance,
A trace of footsteps
Leading back
From the cliff’s edge,
A whisper, a hand,
The ghost
Of a chance,
A good continuance,
A very garden.

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Flicker and returning

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on September 21, 2013| 5 Comments »

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As it is almost Autumn Equinox, here are two short seasonal pieces that arose recently.

FLICKER

He cools the air, calling crow,
A rasp of drift, the crisping leaves.

All things desire to sink earthwards
Towards a fitting sleep.

The sky left more void, blue, vast,
Scraped clear – the circling cry of buzzards.

It gutters, flares and flickers:
The nub of summer.

We become atmospheric, vapourous.
We are tumbled down, crumbled to autumn.

Made old, aged again,
Circumscribed, hemmed in
By hours of darkness.

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RETURNING

Light pushed at day’s end,
A cold, blue edge.
All hearts, filling, emptying, filling.
The year grows small again,
Summer’s passion eases.
We can go home,
Look inside,
Light fires,
Dream dreams.

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Dawn Paints Turner

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on September 6, 2013| 7 Comments »

DAWN PAINTS TURNER

Eloquence of moments,
Tuned, fascinated.

Time when time
Turns visible.

Unfold the dawn:
A wooded hilltop
Crowned with
Swaying light.

A tentative colour
Of cloud,
An increase.

A commitment
To form,
A dance.

A fugue
Of entities,
A cascade
Of certainty.

Quiet
In the windless valley,
Soundless,
But for birdsong.

Spacious and vast
This becoming
Is.

Gaze
On the face
Of delight.

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Dream Works

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on September 6, 2013| 2 Comments »

DREAM WORKS

Dark moon
Ripples through
The world.

Strong winds
Along the coast,
Fires pushed fast.

The buried stir,
The sleek hoarders
Of wisdom, stir.

Next to nothing
Is the answer.

A satin edge,
A mighty stillness
Witholding breath,
Inner heat.

Abiding
In emptiness,
The dragons of formation.

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Arched (Part 6)

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 31, 2013| 11 Comments »

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ARCHED (part 6)

Footfalls,
Echoed whispers.

Slow light
Pools.

Names
Fading slowly.

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A thin, cool shell.
A golden cup
For space.

Earth wells up,
Slow bubbled bliss
Under flags and brass.

Carapace,
Remnant, skull.

Outline echoing
Slain god outstretched
(still dreaming),
Vines growing
Through splayed fingers,
Fingers growing into mountains.

Eyes full of light
Coruscating, kaleidoscoping,
A replaying of memory
And sound.

Illumination of dark corners,
Interface and intersection,
Cavity.

Heart
Evaporated:
Chambers
Of song.

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Stone’s song:
We, eloquent in edge,
Tumbling meaning,
Disguised as the living,
Guiding, naming,
Numbering the dead.

A condensation of merit
And tears, and beating blood.
A lithophone, an organ
For reverberation.
A song for endless sleep,
A cradle for dream.
An approximate eternity,
Outwearing centuries.

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Skylark

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on July 30, 2013| 2 Comments »

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Skylark –

Earth’s own heart

Singing.

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Meadowsweet

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on July 23, 2013| 5 Comments »

Meadowsweet, meadowsweet,
The sky is white
With heat.

White bindweed, pink bindweed,
The distant road
Mirrored,
Shimmers.

Pale grass, pale grasses,
Seed pods golden,
Empty,
Nodding.

In shade of yew,
In shade of cedar,
Small flies are bobbing
Up and down,

Like fishes in cool water,
Like fishes in cool water.

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