Monthly Archives: January 2011

Music

Sound-threads twisting Rising, weaving Soul-bright dreaming Sound-gem gleaming Writhing, glowing Silken web of yearning Caught in velvet Drawn and flowing Sense loosed and shifted Open soul and spirit dancing Bright truths dazzling, Ethereal and fleeting Heart rent and healed, Reanealed, … Continue reading

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South Coast

High cliff of crumbling white Oceans beacon, gulls home Enduring icon Sliding seaward, shrinking shore   Hidden sea-path of silvering strands Mist-shrouded Invasions witnessed, cursed, rejoiced Claimed by many sons Fisher-paths of sail and soul Dream-paths of silver net bind … Continue reading

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the modern dream

Intoxicated, adrift Floundering Washed in wave of sensations Constant, unyielding Images and voices call without meaning or pause Fire insubstantial desires. Faded dreams of ages past Tempting with gossamer-like whispers Ageless imagery secure, rich, deep, neglected for false iconograph, pressed … Continue reading

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Temptation

Sphere formed by pattern of thought Light and dark interleaved Flickering boundaries Dancing the pattern of life Weaving the path of reality Turning thoughts to truth Or drawn to soft dark velvet Tempting cloak of blindness Dark bleeding through Greying … Continue reading

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An open shore Wild grey-green seas Chill salt-mist blowing Rising spirit   Still quiet dawn Crisp unbroken silence Eternal, constant Rising hope   Acre of thrumming warmth Heady green vibrance Shot with colour Rising song   Unfettered spirit Drifting in … Continue reading

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Of Islands

Seas of silver-grey, Mist-shrouded portals through the waning light A door between worlds, guarded only by Playful dolphins and untamed seas   Thought-lines of cities, unyielding as their roads soften Washed in the lilting tongue of Gaelic seafarers, The ebb … Continue reading

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Rain on Hope Street

Gray streets Black mushrooms Gray faces Damp feet Hurried steps Careless drivers coat all in oil-slicked spray.

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