Lovers in the summer
Parents in the spring
Father & Mother
Of the beautiful child
That summers bring
Sweetest of fruits
Wearing winters ring
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
Monday, 2 December 2013
Sunday, 1 December 2013
Harmonious (strikethrough)
Vacuous, then stunned, awoken
No care for the drumbeat or the piano roll
Broken thoughts, tokens of highland shelters
Where beauty & hardship pass their time together
As if the crime of this music is that it is as discordant
As the notes I make; taking the easy way out
Close down, go under the covers, retreat
Lost & beaten, no need to sweeten
Saturday, 30 November 2013
Bilbao
Twist of ham
Sliced in harmony
We ran
Through fish markets
& artists galleries
Can we go again
Though elsewhere
To run
With adventure
By our sides
Tides don’t turn
They ebb & flow
Love may move slower
Than the harmony
Of slicing ham
Sliced in harmony
We ran
Through fish markets
& artists galleries
Can we go again
Though elsewhere
To run
With adventure
By our sides
Tides don’t turn
They ebb & flow
Love may move slower
Than the harmony
Of slicing ham
Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
Friday, 29 November 2013
Yorkshire
The violinist heads out towards infinity
The artist etches The Outliers of the archipelago
The poet writes of the endless depths of his love
Tomorrow, light will rise from the darkness
More than that, every breath
Holds the wheeze of tobacco
In this way each day calmly begins
With a pot of sweetened tea & a bowl of porridge
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Set Out
He aims to find a way
As dark as the night
As light as the day
He seeks the words
With which to say
Let the play begin
Release the sin
She introduced him
To beautiful things
Why wouldn't he
Believe the beauty
Was in her body
The enchantment
Within her mind
Be kind to yourself
The book of habits
States on its pages
Rages of time remind
His once sensitive side
Of oceans and flowers
Power unrequited love
He now contemplates
The healthiness, or the
Otherwise of obsession
Her intentions unknown
Shown then so fleetingly
Her greeting is sin free
Believing their self to be
As dark as the night
As light as the day
He seeks the words
With which to say
Let the play begin
Release the sin
She introduced him
To beautiful things
Why wouldn't he
Believe the beauty
Was in her body
The enchantment
Within her mind
Be kind to yourself
The book of habits
States on its pages
Rages of time remind
His once sensitive side
Of oceans and flowers
Power unrequited love
He now contemplates
The healthiness, or the
Otherwise of obsession
Her intentions unknown
Shown then so fleetingly
Her greeting is sin free
Believing their self to be
Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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