Winter's grey back drop offered mystical comfort. Stillness. There at the edges of this world, I sensed another. There was a peace hanging over the loch, like a misty prayer flag. Whisper of wind. Then silence. This is a day full of presence. Mine and nature's. A kiss blown into my heart by the beauty … Continue reading red tin, grey sky
no one wrote this no one reads it now the hand that pens itself cannot clap this is that sound Submission for Meet The Bar over at dVerse where Frank suggests Brevity for our poems.
Image by artist Catrin Welz-Stein the key to curving space-time, that un-caging of the lighthouse of the mind, that dark sanctuary, lies in the slightest flap of a butterfly wing- -it is an evident truth that the path to the multi-verse follows the flight of each individual Lepidoptera family member, wings as doors, flutter … Continue reading wing it
watch out if you plan bouncing a murmur make that leap knowing only this that such an act may defy gravity itself ( seriously!) and lead to involuntary giggles if it comes to the crunch don't get stuck between that rock and this hard place submission for dVerse Quadrille #50 ,the one with all … Continue reading between
that view reflected in those pools of eyes was of worlds beyond my ken but places i knew i must travel to she just smiled that smile unawares of the way my world's axis tilted and as i fell headlong she murmured something timeless
do i change my mind or does it change me? i write in the moment which exists no more i do not look back nor regret anything all poems stand as made formed in that time which is not this time change is time itself the river of life the view from down the road … Continue reading re vision
Terraced housing and every door open. All the kids are 'playing out' until after dark and the calls from all the Mothers ring out down our street. Tea time.* Home we all trot, muddied and bloodied knees and smiles a mile wide. Food's on the table and after grace we tuck in. Not much conversation … Continue reading Little Manc