A word in your ear
Whispers
Shouts
Moans
Secrets
Thoughts
Fears
Stories
Jokes
Invitations
Word Play
Word perfect
Word for Word
In a word
A good word
A word to the wise
Words on the wind
In so many words
Give me your word
Put in a good word
May I have your word?
Hoping to have a new poetry group running shortly at Cornerhouse inc.
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Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Friday, 24 September 2010
A Way
Three score and ten
Straight sentinels
To the end
Some say their
Destiny fulfilled
They had no names,
But we knew them
Pillars holding aloft
Cool canopies green
Of stars and light
We knew them right
Our journeys pulled
Invisible toward
Arms of welcome
Into the presence
Infused through
Time of each who
Passed this way
Shrouded
In thought echoes
Bearings and
Breath taken
Peace and
Ease descend
Into our core
We are at one
We are not
Mistaken
This was
A special place
And it is gone
The limbs are gone
Our way markers - gone
We see the emptiness
We feel the sadness
We share the devastation
And
Though we know it to be true
That from the earth life will renew
We shall miss our way
Through the trees.
I did some poetry with residents and staff at 'The Barn', Holton Lee, and this is the result of a conversation on the day after they had logged out a setion of pine trees which had walks leading through.
Straight sentinels
To the end
Some say their
Destiny fulfilled
They had no names,
But we knew them
Pillars holding aloft
Cool canopies green
Of stars and light
We knew them right
Our journeys pulled
Invisible toward
Arms of welcome
Into the presence
Infused through
Time of each who
Passed this way
Shrouded
In thought echoes
Bearings and
Breath taken
Peace and
Ease descend
Into our core
We are at one
We are not
Mistaken
This was
A special place
And it is gone
The limbs are gone
Our way markers - gone
We see the emptiness
We feel the sadness
We share the devastation
And
Though we know it to be true
That from the earth life will renew
We shall miss our way
Through the trees.
I did some poetry with residents and staff at 'The Barn', Holton Lee, and this is the result of a conversation on the day after they had logged out a setion of pine trees which had walks leading through.
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Finding Time
Between beats
Of wings
Intervals of time
And things
Impossible
To possess.
Between sparks
Of starlight
Intervals of time
That might
Blink
Of all creation.
Between the pulse
Of flames
Intervals of time
Remain
Embers
For our dreams.
Between notes
Of songs
Intervals of time
In which
We may belong.
Originally accepted and posted here:
http://http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/brunel/A31601468
Of wings
Intervals of time
And things
Impossible
To possess.
Between sparks
Of starlight
Intervals of time
That might
Blink
Of all creation.
Between the pulse
Of flames
Intervals of time
Remain
Embers
For our dreams.
Between notes
Of songs
Intervals of time
In which
We may belong.
Originally accepted and posted here:
http://http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/brunel/A31601468
Monday, 13 September 2010
Festival of Brown 2010
I was fortunate to have three linked shots featured in the slide show for the exhibition in Portugal.



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