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Saturday, 15 February 2025

Ave Maria

The intention is black & white

A sort of meerschaum test for the soul

Yet today I am minded

To use the indivisible blue of my youth


Actually the word is Rorschach; no matter

Rain drops and pink spots of sunlight

Break my momentum, I wait by your side

Feeling your search for invisible truth


Voice of life itself, is in song all around me

Her colours are echoes of your blues

Reminders of your solid blacks and reds

Her lows and highs reflect your dark and light


Music; it is an abstract companion

With that even handed softness of touch

That says 'hello you are welcome'

From daybreak

Through to the deep downfall of night



Friday, 14 February 2025

Workshops

Whichever way you weigh it, eight ounces is eight ounces

Whether flour or margarine or virgins, light in olive oil


Those blackened disks always come into a balance

That irregular scoop of tin dare not defy

The cast iron weighty scale


But your blue apron, dusty and covered in grease

Reminds me of the smiles

On the day the bread was burnt 


When no amount of kneading would have found the underlying texture

Adding even only the tiniest of ounces would have offset the symmetry



Thursday, 13 February 2025

Placement

Straight lines

Frames arranged in a semi-circle

Around stone pillars and prayer rooms

Under arches and overhead vapours


You take your light

Through stained glass windows

Eulogise, from about now

Until…


Well some say

'It will be sometime soon'

Although

For those of a deeper persuasion

A little while longer dwells the silent clock




Wednesday, 12 February 2025

Enter

One more line, one more etched away corner

One more hour of darkness, one more morning to dawn

Take me to your dreamer, out of my imagination

Take me then redeemer, out beyond creation


One more - wait before the brushstroke

One more - wait before the breath

Take me as I seem

Take me freely, coming clean



Tuesday, 11 February 2025

Tape noise

The idea that you might not

Appear

That the book won't contain your

Look

At the past or future, then

At last

By saying nothing, being nowhere

Slaying

Your demons or those around you

Semen and gossamer in close proximity

You chose by looks

Not to give two…