THE FOLLOWING MORNING

1.
small birdsongs
start with
the heart

2.
reflection
of something
beyond the eyes

3.
streaming somewhere
like blood
maybe

4.
sun
daubs cheeks
dabs at shoulders

5.
pervasive sounds
follow
first thoughts

6.
surprised
by tears
yet elated

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Golden GOJI Hermitage - December/2012

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IN THE SPACE OF HALF AN HOUR...FROM NEWTON'S COVE...

 

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THIS MORNING IN WEYMOUTH...

ON THE ROAD AGAIN...TAKING LEAVE...AGAIN...27/Nov/2012.

 

 

(1)

 

 

 

(2)

 

 

 

 (3)

 

 

(4)

 

 

(5)

 

 

(6)

 

 

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BREATHING LOVE

1.
red tinge
pulls at
blue sky
clear air
thru trees
flies by

2.
some air
same breath
cool breast
heart's feast
reason increases

3.
angel existence
love breathes life
in the ten directions

4.
touching one another
pulse and beat
of animal's gaze

5.
blood
leaves witness
love's explosion
on limbless trees

6.
summer's song
lies bleeding
inner beauty
observed
as truth

7.
raindrops from God
stroke hair
stroke hand
flowers in fields
again and again

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(October 2011/A rainy November morning 2012 -

Golden GOJI Hermitage - playing with some words/lines from an old notebook.)

 

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SIX FROM HUMMINGBIRD

this april
snowstorm
so ably mimics
the plum blossoms -
why oh why
did i not write
of them ?

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in a puddle
on the lakeside
baby coots preening

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weathered garden shed
looks so right
no need to paint anew

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sound of hailstones
roses beating against the window

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SWALLOW
swooping
in and out
the stables
in and out
my heart

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a
little boy
out on
the pavement
points thinking my
Tibetan Buddha badge
is a
Star Wars
character

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(These poems were published by Phyliss Walsh in her HUMMINGBIRD magazine during the 1990's.)

 

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5 RADIPOLE POEMS for Becks Highfield

1.

Swans at Radipole Lake

how i wish

they'd fly over.

 

2.

View of lakeside trees

sounds of

seagulls & chainsaws.

 

3.

Pilons across the lake

a bird on every one.

 

4.

Walking by the lake

this time

i see the violets.

 

5.

In a puddle

on the path

baby coots preening.

 

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[A couple of years ago Becks made me some handmade papers for my bookmaking endeavours. i made her a book of these poems, with her paper, in gratitude. i live on one side of the lake...she, on the other. Seemed  to be appropriate little token/gift.]

(13.November.2012)

 

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JUST THIS : Blog Post #150

Not a poet

just manage to

concoct some pleasing words.

Not an artist

just use crayons &

doodle for fun.

Not a chef

just cook 'cos

i love to eat.

Not given to meditation

just sit &

look at walls.

Sometimes

just stare at stars

so as to

keep an eye on heaven.

GOD

just a name

we ascribe to

that which we will never

fully comprehend...

 

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

12 . NOVEMBER . 2012

 

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(written over the last couple of years)

 

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