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Monday 15 December 2014

Viewing Point

The immensity of it all, caught in an instant, with our instant camera
We have become more Japanese than the Japanese, who take their pictures standing on the overhanging wall
Yet it is we who are quiet, whilst it is they who make boisterous conversation “ya, ya, ma”, “ya, ya, ma”


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Sunday 14 December 2014

Motoring

The winding river winds
Winds away from the bridge
Where the winding water flows
Slow days
Have gone by so slowly
As we try to reach out
Reach out for our destination


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Saturday 13 December 2014

Detour

Waterlogged cotton blossom
Bogged down
Off the beaten track

So only a perception
Of your reflection
Is in another’s mid-day sun


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Friday 12 December 2014

Art Gallery Café

It is a wonderful world, here, today, with the young boy halfway to sleeping 
Rocked, in his mothers arms; her smile also, for certain disarms me
Yet I could not look too close at the thalidomide victim
My prejudices, or fears, or weakness
They all remain too self-certain


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Thursday 11 December 2014

Karl and Christine Chilcott

The cotton in the bog, another photograph opportunity
What haste has forced me to abandon my abandon 
Instead we pressed onwards, to Cill Rialaig
Where the real artists offer to display their real craft 
None which moves me so much as the sculptor in nature
Whose pebble-chess-pieces, and the like
Were photographed by his daughter
Their Last Stop project caught all and more
Much more than I might have captured
From the cotton in the bog


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Listen free on soundcloud here
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