To stand aloft a mighty eminence, Command of stature and of height The strength defined in graniteHewn by fire Of feldspar, quartz and mica drawn,Defining presence throughTowering walls of rock; Those Tors,with magnificence From ancient Crucibles were formedResplendent of refiner’s fire To forge the views of upland ridge; From whence deep wooded valleys Plunge toContinue reading “On Granite Tors”
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Darkness to Light
The haunting melodic sound of A canticle sungNotes Travel across the waves of air Stirring memoriesPermeating like water Drip through the soulWith the freshness Of youth Gone are the days of Choral songBlown out like a match To years pastWhat freedoms lostAmidst pursuit to contain? To survive in the darknessWe tread through the nightIncandescence isContinue reading “Darkness to Light”
No one ever becomes a master
A thoughtful entanglement following Ben Alexander’s poetry and discussion. https://skepticskaddish.com We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master. -Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961), New York Journal, 1961 Shared wisdom My poet-… No one ever becomes a master
Soar on Eagle’s Wing
Soar on the eagle’s wing Take flight To where all freedom’s won Where those winged squadronsOf the skyIn abeyance keep all enemies aloftHold fast to the things of truthAnd steer a pathNavigate by stars that trace in threads across the broken skiesBehold the beauty shown in Ribbons of effervescent lightColours move in flowing equilibrium JourneyContinue reading “Soar on Eagle’s Wing”
Earth Story
Earth story Earth wheelOf the Spring Equinox;Feel our planet shiftOn its axis As it turns in rotationTowards its star To lengthening days,To the rise of the sapAnd the birds snatching twigsThe gathering of moss; Of the shells from the thrush Hammered on stone And spun candy floss of blossom On the blackthorn tree;Earth story, EarthContinue reading “Earth Story”
Stories
Each of us has a storyTo tell A map of our life In each of our cellsIn the way that we move In the people we seeIs calmness evident To the people we meet?Is clarity seenWhen doubt prevails?Does persona encourage Or do we doubt ourselves?When I’m sad, I don’t scream and shout,‘I’m fine,’I say andContinue reading “Stories”
Through Lent in Pandemic
In getting things wrong,In getting things right,We are changed and transformed;We are not who we wereTwelve months past,We have changed;He has changed us;We walk not aloneCast like boats adrift;Our stories His story.His presenceIn our presenceUnderpinningThe narrative, Affirming relationships One to anotherAt one with HimFor our journeyIs His journey.
Soar on the Wing
We cannot soar on the wing likeThe buzzard But wordsTumble freely And carry clarity On the trail of the wind;We cannot travel from far from homeBut like pulsations in heart-flowPhrases cross seas and oceansSetting people’s hearts aglow.
Words
With few words More is spoken;Stories layered with meaning Shaped to carefully chosen prose,Painted figuratively stirring feeling;Words -though blameless in their form-Do heavy fall when wrong tone Chosen;Words coined and light of touchLike feathersSoftly laytheir whispers, Covering hurt with gentle healingRaising smiles,Laughing,joking,Teasing-Living.
Squally March Afternoon
A rush of air sucks breathFrom the lungsThe stride shortens Head lowers I dig deepPeppered by bullets Of shrapnel as hailStings the faceAnd skimsThe tops of the hedgesAnd turn intoThe sunken lane Where primroses hide Like Porcelain tea cupsOn rattling shelvesAnd acid celandineStands askewWith bent petals Made ragged by last night’s Storm Not yet spentVioletsContinue reading “Squally March Afternoon”
