BEAUTY

Beauty found, beauty seen beauty that has always been, eternal, never ceasing. All things pass, life and looks Time stays still, read the books we pass time, waiting moves, dig a grave and bury me has my time gone, years passed or lived through days until my last? So beauty’s time as time is beauty,…Read more BEAUTY

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WORDS

Early morning thoughts awake, ether soaring celestial oblivion, poem shaping rhythmic clouds bass bin booming, picking mercury from the firmament, toil and tumble relentless empyrean. In the dim light of winter’s dusk, elusive words weave and duck, playful sprites he might write, cast meaning in the dark alight but mischief, at arm’s length, an impish…Read more WORDS

Unsuspecting

In the early mist of a winter’s dawn beaded dew hangs, undecided, cattle with laden udders puff balloons of warm air, huddle in the cosy comfort of each other, agitated, aching, cud chewing. The farmer, dutifully awake, strides across the field, stout stick in hand, marching, waking cadence, unsuspecting. a blinding flash, silent stillness, pausing,…Read more Unsuspecting

Success

My bedroom’s full of books, they’re creeping up the walls, my living space is tiny, what a landlord calls bijou, But if you live with room to breathe, don’t dream of artists’ garrets, it’s cold, it’s damp, the stairs are steep and narrow, the light strains dim in winter months, in summer, it’s an oven.…Read more Success