COLOURS IN THOUGHT

  Colours flap in the wind, colours catch the feeling of freedom at daybreak like thoughts taking flight in dreams under blankets, mounding over molecules, making matter meaningful. Dawn’s dew delights in seeds now stirring under soil just as stars shine significance on a mind, on a pillow, at play. There is movement beyond the […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 12; THE ALMOSTS

— Trust time to remember the dream where the river was a rhapsody we attempted to outrun, never knowing how much the melody would meander. We were minor steps trying to make our motions major, swept up in golden grains of thoughts that slipped through our minds like the waves along the shore. — Trust […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 4; LITHE LIGHT

  The clouds quieted the stars above as I, on bended knee, bowed to the river and into its flow, in the growing light, let my hand slip beneath its movements, under its motions and waited to watch as its sway of waters waltzed over, moved through and flowed onwards, while never stopping, never straining, […]

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TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

  Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to  Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water,  […]

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CAST OFF

– Along the river bed, long running with water already washed through our hands, – long is not the hold we have to harbour, – long running with this water no longer light at its level, no longer smooth along its sands, – along this bend of river I cast into the current, like a […]

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A DEER BY A DOLMAN IN DUBLIN

– Where you there, all the time, I asked myself, for I have not discovered the powers of hindsight, as our words wove like the wind around the whispers the woods were once witness to? – Where you there all the time, I asked myself, in that soft spot of spirit in the fold of […]

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UNDER THE BRIDGES 

  We build bridges to cross trenches; trouble, treachery, tyranny, to cut across life’s inconveniences; cuts and cries and crisis, we cross bridges to build beliefs; I will, I wish, I want, discarding ties and loves deceased; I lost, I left, I let go, holding out for a life that’s better; bolder, bigger, brighter, hoping […]

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