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Saturday, 18 October 2014

The Archaeology of Water

(long silence
holding on for so long
gravity dictates
geology steers
time forms
necessary conditions arise
liquid crystal bud
containment
at some point
relinquishes -
in truth this time
no nearer)

but anyway

drip..........
drip.........
drip........
drip.......
drip......
drip.....
drip....
drip...
drip..
drip.
drip
drip
drop
drops
trickle
run
runnel
stream
brook
confluence
river
sea

cloud
mountain
perhaps cave
yes, a cave!

calcite
hematite

ah there's the rub
chaos ensues

where now the wingbeat
of order?

where now the security
of the written word?

only now the dripping heartbeat
of what was started long ago

ask the question
for I am powerless and unable.

Why are there seasons?





Friday, 3 October 2014

Gone Fishin'

Silent silence
across
cloudy covered landscape
skinny stick figure approaches
like a painted fog
or thickened mist
perhaps
feed my lambs
feed my sheep

there is little else

fog

woven mist
trying
to stand out
trying
to move forward
towards me
through me
ghostly figure
gone now

chilled air

remains

a time will come
soon enough
when fears become
harsh reality
phantoms
tease and taunt
and walk towards
with what seems like
bad intent

if only
I knew who you were
I'd follow you
as it is I look inside
the devil is in the detail
even all the books in the world
cannot contain
answers to questions
like
knowing you are loved
now though
more about belonging

(John 21 etc.)