Slip

I was scrambling on a mountain side in England's Lake District. It was one of two ways that I had found into the bar of an Open University summer school. I had made the trips several times already but on each occasion I found myself back on the mountainside. 

A party of Americans approached, they asked if this was the only way; before I could answer I felt a rock slipping, I screamed at them to get out of the way. Calmly I took hold of the sliding slab, I steadied it's progress, then slowly guided it to rest, against and between two, more solid outcrops.

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Human Dream

All of humanity

In the shirt not ironed

& the hair unbrushed

All of humanity

In the smiling eyes

& the schoolgirls crush

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Travelled

All of hope

Where waters part

To observe the joke

Through the viewfinder

Of life's twisted periscope

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Embattlement

I was in Brixton, London, approaching the time of dusk. A human shield of mostly volatile men was beginning to form around our hotel. I left without you to go to the station, the men let me through but did not serenade me. I faltered and returned to collect you, I heard you running along the balcony to our bedroom. Hurry I said, we can take the car instead. You lifted a much younger child into the back, he cried at the vomit, which was now like expanded foam, I cleaned and scraped it off as best I could. Don't worry I said we will be home in five hours, yet now we were leaving South Wales and heading for Yorkshire.

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Length

I am often on my own

Yet I yearn to be alone

I am often in silent reflection

Yet I long for peace, and quiet

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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