A new series inspired by the many trees I have photographed over the years. Here I am combining some of those photos with Tanka poetry. Each poem is composed for a particular photograph and is an 'imagined' poetic verse from the tree itself, speaking directly to the times we are living in right now.
Author: paul scribbles
Scribbler of words, taker of pictures and alchemist of rhythms.
Tree Tanka Series iii
A new series inspired by the many trees I have photographed over the years. Here I am combining some of those photos with Tanka poetry. Each poem is composed for a particular photograph and is an 'imagined' poetic verse from the tree itself, speaking directly to the times we are living in right now.
Tree Tanka Series ii
A new series inspired by the many trees I have photographed over the years. Here I am combining some of those photos with Tanka poetry. Each poem is composed for a particular photograph and is an 'imagined' poetic verse from the tree itself, speaking directly to the times we are living in right now. Paul … Continue reading Tree Tanka Series ii
Tree Tanka Series: i
A new series inspired by the many trees I have photographed over the years. Here I am combining some of those photos with Tanka poetry. Each poem is composed for a particular photograph and is an 'imagined' poetic verse from the tree itself, speaking directly to the times we are living in right now. Paul … Continue reading Tree Tanka Series: i
Wiston Lodge Reflections- Drum Circles in a Sacred Place
A wonderful piece of heartfelt writing from the most courageous young person.
Wiston Lodge renewed my confidence in my ability to feel love.
Since being drugged in February 2021 and suffering persistent effects from this, I’ve struggled with feelings of bitterness, spite, envy, and emptiness. I’ve felt alienated from other people and horrified by the blunting of my previously strong empathy. I can definitely still cry, but weeping comes less easily than it did, as do smiling and laughing. “You never smile anymore!” my dad chided me recently.
I was smiling and laughing at Wiston.
The drum circle facilitation training offered at Wiston Lodge, near Biggar, was invented and pioneered by an eccentric American percussionist named Arthur Hull, who has been deemed important enough to have his own Wikipedia page. He only makes an appearance at Wiston every other year, however. With or without Arthur, the Lodge has the uncanny ability to attract people who are not only eclectically and profoundly talented…
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undone
Slowly and with time to breathe grow into your own undoing and let the weight of your lived being be the lightness beneath your steps Put down the clocks and the keeping of time and let what is around you just come marking the moment with a curiosity born in your days of childish imagination … Continue reading undone
Self improvement
Everything you hold dearyou will loseincluding You Then, when you know that you are losta freedom beckons from that'how it is supposed to be' Like a cork on the oceanyou bob where the flow takes youand you are not in control ofhow the ocean carries youhowever much you wish you were Be squashed by this … Continue reading Self improvement
losst
mass extinction times abound species gone and going still throw another lump of carbon on the pyre How to speak for the dead when we never even noticed their living? or our own for that matter How to listen to those we chose not to see? How to live fully when we do not know … Continue reading losst
Last penny for the ferryman
Rents are rising in a steep curve of 'make money while the planet dies' here in Glasgow capitalism dances on the future graves of those protesters who care enough still to rail at those who have until now showed no sign of caring at all in whose feathered nests no fucks are given for now … Continue reading Last penny for the ferryman
It has been a while……
.......since I wrote a poem. I have been scribbling away in the background but have given more time these last years to collecting thoughts, feelings and observations in a journal. Reflections on life, on love and on loss. Perhaps some if it will find its way here. This morning I felt compelled to pen a … Continue reading It has been a while……
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