Beautiful petals
Drawn into focus
Risen out of peat lands
To furnish the lakeside
Hear then her whispers
As she bends against the breeze
Listen to her mellow cries
Untold absence is her disease
Tuesday 26 August 2014
Monday 25 August 2014
Outlines & Structures
There are many sketches of faces
Layered in vertical and horizontal arrays
On his video the artist talked of movement
His sculptures bring his words to life
The guide says it’s too late to go there today
She says this many times, at many bus-stops
Right now we are outside the Scottish Parliament
We are told it won the Stirling prize for architecture
I myself think it disjointed and emblazoned
With all kinds of frippery, some of which I now
Learn is meant to be representative of open
Government; drawn curtains and the like!
Sunday 24 August 2014
Before the Riots
There is much to be done
Sufficient work for everyone
But first to rebuild the spirit
Energise; engage with all
Some to work with hedgerows
Some to work with books
Work together in towns and cities
Working alone with claws and hooks
Everyone to find their own self
Yet encompass communal pride
Everyone in congregation
With time for their solitary side
Some to work in organisation
Some to simply do
Good to work becomes the ethic
Also to grow and prosper too
Strive towards the good life
Quality to be indigenously bound
Everywhere then aimed at pleasure
Fresh life for sights and sounds
Some to bring on excellence
Some to support and aid
Work of a thousand varieties
With reward truly and fairly paid
The deluded ramblings of a working class Yorkshireman who believes attention to detail and commitment to aesthetic beauty would solve our countries lot
Saturday 23 August 2014
I As You
To live the two lives
In the one life
To daydream of that face
While we sojourn in this place
To race no more
The chase left for others
Let the door swing
Follow the older brothers
But roses still grow
& summer brings flowers
The love-wish which we throw
Is so sprinkled with showers
Friday 22 August 2014
Hallgarth in August
The lights are out, the power is down, rain beats it's way through the trees. The tittle tattle of a thousand and one creatures is silenced. A perfect time for contemplation, let my meditation CD begin. I’ve listened until my toes tingled, and for sure there were a couple of power naps along the way.
The rain is gone, the traffic returns, the railway too, but not yet any sight, or sound, of the power.
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