Memory so easily painted
Soft lights, warm colours
Time past fleeting
Left behind, as time present
Warmth from within
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
Monday, 22 April 2013
Beyond the reclamation is love
Past the broken down tractors
Past the randomly discarded farm implements
Over the heather moor, beyond the peat bog
Past the rebuilt black houses
Past the new houses, with abandoned static caravans
Humankind losing its desire for aesthetic beauty
Perhaps this is what a hard life brings
Years of cutting peat or catching fish
Years of toil before this current time
Work in support of the leisured classes
Perhaps the years of hardship
Coupled with regular shrouds of mist and rain
Combine to build an island consciousness
Where survival & shelter comes first
Life’s uncertain base, comes a long way first
This is not then the place for we seekers
Seekers of the peak
The peak of the self realisation pyramid
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Framed
Endless shimmer
Wave after wave of nostalgia
Patterns thought never to be repeated
Still bring a sense of what came before
Here & now for a while
Onto & afterwards, ever so slowly
Photographers flip out their cameras
To look back with satisfied smiles
On the beauty of their fellow travellers
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Scarlet Draughts
On this forearm
Merino wool is teased
Up and over the golden hair
Strands of hair that feel the breeze
There is nowhere else where
I would wish to be
Friday, 19 April 2013
Queen of the Clearance
She owned a million acres
I did not own a single one
She owned a million acres
Yet it is her lands beauty
That my eyes ache upon
She was a lady of the lowlands
With edicts oft emerging from
She was a lady of the lowlands
Though it is her natures beauty
That has me rising strong
The mourn of loch and lay line
Helps us to carry on
The scorn of loss and lost time
Gives the faith to live it long
Shares the faith to live it long
Live it long by stones and steeples
Live it long by folk and lore
Live it long in every moment
Live it long
Through the length of every rousing song
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