Seedlings in Flight

The water and the wind

The water and the wind

The water, and the wind

The water, the wind &

The grasses blown home to you

The grasses blown 

Blown on

To thoughts of home

On the water and the wind

Thoughts blown home to you

Here among your

Highland grounds

Here among your

Standing stones

Here among your land

Of endless lochs

Here among

The water and the wind

Here among the thoughts

I blow on home to you

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Rain & Sun & Rain & Sun & Rain &...

Blue sky to the heavens

Grey mist to the sea

Black, white-crested waves

Rothko through and through

With some imaginary spirit

Sat unseen, set behind it all

Today we have the rain

Yet hardly a hint of breeze

And a silver grey

Seemingly cloudless sky

But it is true

We do have the rain

Free falling to splash on tin & tile

Calling us to stay indoors

Snuggle with a book

Listen to our favourite music

Watch the seals play

Make best of having a telescope

Feel the cool air on bare bodies

In preparation for a warm shower

He seeks out light

The light, that we only see

On the painter’s canvas

Or in the  photographer’s print

I seek out the sound

That we all might hear

Of raindrops on tin cans

And aeroplanes taking to the sky

In this way sight and sound are given back

The trickle of streams

The breaks in clouds

Our earthly atmospherics reflected

Grain of sand

Lap of wave

Pop of bladderwrack

Under the soles of feet

Watch the brackish water

Taint the sea with it's purples and browns

Pause, on a hill, under the cover of a fit tree

A half-covered shelter, from the diagonal rain

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The Overpowering Energy of Lost Love

Back into the warmth

Or did the warmth come from the book

Early on, an easy understanding

Of the many levels of consciousness

Given to me through Jung's interpretation

Of his early 1930's dream

My arm is warm

The thin pullover clings ever so lightly

These are the paths my mind now wanders along

The slightest of touches, the merest of movements

Invoking memories of such a gentle love

A love even more gently imagined

A memory so easily painted

With soft lights and warm colours

A time past, that lives fleetingly as a time present

An energy that reminds me

That the warmth did not come from the book

The warmth came from within, within me

A within that has loved and lost, and loved again

A warmth that reminds me that the loss of love

Is not love lost, but a love that floats

A love that waits to be rediscovered

Whenever the warmth calls by

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Scarlet Draughts

On this forearm 

Merino wool is teased

Up and over the golden hair

Strands of hair that feel the breeze

Feel to be here, as easy as feel to be

Anywhere else I would wish to be

Ribbed sleeve ends

Bring a structure to proceedings

A firmer bond to the softer pull-over 

Here now pull yourself together

What sort of a friend

Would a lover make anyway

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Views & Desires

I am impatient

I have no time for this poetry dressed up as art

Yet I know for sure it is just a time thing

That with a clearer head I would absorb it fully

I would even turn to talk of love

Though I have never yet been able to talk of love

As finely as that fair old Mr Robin Robertson

I am impatient

I have no time for sitting and waiting

Yet I know for sure that once on board

The ferry time will pass even more slowly

That only then will I be able to look back

On that idyllic cottage by the stream

Somewhere on the way to Ullapool

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