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Sunday, 13 January 2013

Walk to a Red Telephone Box

Each step
Down the hill 
A step of deceitful betrayal

Each step
Down the hill
Under a moon of fascination

Moons and hills
On occasion out of balance
A soul lost to the valley 

In deep desperation
Fascinations and betrayals
His souls shallow weights

Streams that form
In shades and clearings
Of human scale

Find their way
To fast flowing rivers
Recent times flood plains

Hills and valleys
Land bound
Far from sand or sea

Open for enchantments
By a soul once thought of
As both distant, and free


Saturday, 12 January 2013

Vales

In that quiet hour
Sat in a place founded
On innocent foundations

An easy mind to scour
Thoughts gallop unbounded
Through vales of gentle undulations

At one with the eternal flower
All flights of fancy eventually grounded
Rounded to more sensitive premonitions


Friday, 11 January 2013

Thursday, 10 January 2013

Slit

The small square window
Lets in
A brilliant white light

As though one
Had opened
A door onto the sun

The thin rectangular
Window beneath
Is dark grey, almost black

As if one had looked into
The bottomless cavern
Of ones childhood

The cactus on the cill
Tells us
That there is still life

That it is fed
In the times
Of both dark and light

As if we were in need
Of both extremes, and
The continuum between

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Elide

Minus eight degrees
Sky clearer
Than the blue nothingness of infinite bliss

Alongside, a thin strip of finite horizon
The brightest, most brilliant white light, as though
An illicit affair would be any less exiting

Quiet highways
Open their floors before me
Fringed with snow and frost

The worlds trees form the shape of weeping willows
Their untarnished beauty as innocent
As the first fantastic secretive date

In the roadside diner
Hash browns, eggs over easy
Pancakes with maple syrup, before the open roads

Endless travels: sublime distant peaks for guidance
Suggestions of the calmness that came after
The rampant excitement of our first consummation