GOOD DAY

  They call it Good Friday, Mum initiates the conversation early for fish and chips and somewhere, not far from subconscious, I near a church and its pressure leaning in on her sudden sway for the taste of something fishy, less meaty, today, on this Good Friday where tales tell of salt and vinegar and […]

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HUMBLE AT THE HEART

  Humble at the heart of this landscape, this dreamscape I’m training through, I’m taken by its blossoming breast; forests firing like volcanos that have shun their rest, luscious leaves of lava sweep through cities for man has no control over the mountain just as nature has no defence against the molten flame as fiery […]

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IN THE VALLEY OF THE SUN KING

  Sun shines in the valley where the sun king came to stay, shade is shy in the valley at the king and queen’s hideaway. Shadows slip through the valley down from stars to under stairs, some secrets slip through the valley whispered from lips of concrete heirs. Sun shines in the valley on swans […]

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DANCING IN THE CURRENT

  I am posting a link to Dancing in the Current, a new blog from Exploring Colour‘s Liz Cowburn. Her husband Nigel took this photograph and afterwards both Liz and I wrote poems based on our interpretations. I originally posted mine last week but wanted to show you the three pieces together, Nigel’s photograph along […]

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FALLING

We twist and turn as we tumble into each other away from ourselves we are creature curious entangled and entwined in what others can offer touching and tasting trying hard to remove the I’s from the us’s we are covetous we are envy we are want we are greed we are ricochets rocketing to-and-fro between […]

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ALL THAT REMAINS

I walked to you today Along the rocky shore As the winds roared And the rain fell, Soft upon my face. I walked to you today In hiking boots And specs of snow, Though hills and dales And pools of tide. I walked to you today To where you stood, To the cliff you’ve claimed, […]

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FRAGILE BEAUTY

Fragile beauty Caught in the garden, Flickerings of ruby red Tenderly unraveling From garlands of green Amid a day Named ordinary. It is the fairest pleasure, The simplest suggestion of perfection, Nature unearthing itself Onto the world And yet It is the easiest To crush- A cry of crimson Carelessly caught In the chaos Of […]

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THE STRUGGLE

To be a poet of The heart and mind Is to step away From all that is close And to look back From afar. To struggle With the truth Of what we are told And to search for What we believe. To fall on the road And document the struggle To stand again. To be […]

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