Life Is An Eye - 23rd June 2014
Life is an eye
Life is an eye that opens
Life is an eye that opens all too briefly
Life is an eye that opens all too briefly before closing
Reflection 27th May,2014
They looked at the painting and said
- We like it, you can tell what it is -
Yes, you can tell what it is
I am glad that you can - I said
Though I will not. Or cannot?
It is a painting - of some trees
But what are the trees themselves of?
A reflection of a reflection
Of another reflection
In just one of many possible dimensions.
It could have been so different.
It could all have been so very different.
What could not have been different?
You Are Like The Sea 18th May, 2014
You are like the sea
Calm today - breathing gently on the sandy shore
Quiet little breaths deceptively meek
Whilst further out, beyond our sight
Horrific rhythms - deep drums beat.
See the tiny waves slip in today
To sparkle, foam and bubble away
They only sand the shore this day
Starry restless pebbles - you can hear them rattle
Ebb and flow - odd couple
Always there, though seems you come and go
Seems you smooth your edge
And you cannot but disturb
This is not a nice place - let's go
Take to the air skylark skylark high
Away from this
This fragile peace.
On Imagination - 10th May 2014
'Use your Imagination'
'Be Imaginative' - the dutiful teacher says.
'Use it to discover.
Use it to uncover, to reveal, to find and conceive
That which is currently unknown.'
I will use my imagination thus but also I will use it
To discover, encounter, embrace and conceive
That which I already know.
On Nature - 12th April 2014
Nature is a machine. But am I a machine?
Nature tries so hard to be human and
As beautiful as the sight of the one you love.
But it just can't quite make it.
Close though.
And that is why, when you go to the most beautiful places
Those places mean nothing, and indeed to sense them is painful
Without the one
The one you love - She's not there.
Nature will never be as a person.
You see nature - but you are never with nature.
Nature is death. Nature is silent
And nature does not hear you when you speak.
Scientists say we are made from nature atoms and chemicals
And that to nature we will return.
Return to the state - of songs not yet written?
An eye not yet open?