In the pilot’s house
At the pilot’s window
Clear waters
Long stretches of sea
Dust on the windowsills
Stuffed birds
Small tall ships
In antique glass cases
Ripples on the surface
Bask in the sunlight
A calmness today
Also on another day
Yet only two nights ago
A raging sea
A violent sea
Yet still nowhere near
The sea which topped the cliffs
The sea which bared the ground
The sea which rediscovered
A life which had been passed over
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
Sunday, 17 March 2019
Saturday, 16 March 2019
Thirty Six
The sea devours four houses*
A cliff-top gale to you and me
A wee-breeze for the locals
A somewhat sideways view
Along the coastline to Hoy
Fearful for oneself
Fearful also for others
For the sea devours those with troubles
The cliffs provide launching pads for escape
Defeat in that suicidal moment
Unable to change ones mind
No longer to hear the songs of angels
No longer to cast eyes on universes beauty
Fearful, of what thoughts the rose might raise
Fearful, of pasts once thought well buried
For the mind devours those with troubles
The soul provides launching pads for escape
* George Mackay Brown - Scara Brae
A cliff-top gale to you and me
A wee-breeze for the locals
A somewhat sideways view
Along the coastline to Hoy
Fearful for oneself
Fearful also for others
For the sea devours those with troubles
The cliffs provide launching pads for escape
Defeat in that suicidal moment
Unable to change ones mind
No longer to hear the songs of angels
No longer to cast eyes on universes beauty
Fearful, of what thoughts the rose might raise
Fearful, of pasts once thought well buried
For the mind devours those with troubles
The soul provides launching pads for escape
* George Mackay Brown - Scara Brae
Friday, 15 March 2019
Thirty Five
Ask the old one to make a clay lamp*
Hard clay; crushed, milled to dust
Calcified, into even finer dust
Conveyed, or blown on its way
Mixed, mixed with water
Extruded, over a dye
Sliced, sliced into pipes
Each one a man's height in length
Rolled continuously as they dried
Stood tall, kiln fired
Unloaded by man
Tarred and sleeved by man
Stacked on pallets by man
Lifted by fork-lift truck
Transported by articulated lorry
Unloaded once more by men
Laid into trenches by men
Clay for a future generation
Clay for internet communication cables
* George Mackay Brown - Skara Brae
Hard clay; crushed, milled to dust
Calcified, into even finer dust
Conveyed, or blown on its way
Mixed, mixed with water
Extruded, over a dye
Sliced, sliced into pipes
Each one a man's height in length
Rolled continuously as they dried
Stood tall, kiln fired
Unloaded by man
Tarred and sleeved by man
Stacked on pallets by man
Lifted by fork-lift truck
Transported by articulated lorry
Unloaded once more by men
Laid into trenches by men
Clay for a future generation
Clay for internet communication cables
* George Mackay Brown - Skara Brae
Thursday, 14 March 2019
Thirty Four
Three posts
For the washing lines
Three posts, three washing lines
Three directions
For the washing to blow
Three orientations
For the sun to shine
Four pivots
For the feet to stand on
Four points, four connections to the ground
For certainty to be established
For feet and body to be supported
Four combinations
For the balance to be confirmed
For the washing lines
Three posts, three washing lines
Three directions
For the washing to blow
Three orientations
For the sun to shine
Four pivots
For the feet to stand on
Four points, four connections to the ground
For certainty to be established
For feet and body to be supported
Four combinations
For the balance to be confirmed
Wednesday, 13 March 2019
Thirty Three
I want to talk about spines
and vertebrae
Because I am learning about
spines and vertebrae
I want to talk about clouds
and skies, and hills
Because I am looking at
clouds, and skies, and hills
I want to arch round
to the spine
Because I am learning how to
arch round to the spine
I want to drift, as clouds drift
over hills, across skies
Because, as I drift, the clouds and skies
drift with me, drift for me
and vertebrae
Because I am learning about
spines and vertebrae
I want to talk about clouds
and skies, and hills
Because I am looking at
clouds, and skies, and hills
I want to arch round
to the spine
Because I am learning how to
arch round to the spine
I want to drift, as clouds drift
over hills, across skies
Because, as I drift, the clouds and skies
drift with me, drift for me
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