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Sunday, 21 December 2014

Mining for the Sun


perhaps a geological survey
or trawling the internet
or other senses unproven
intuitive
guides at any rate
somewhere
but do make a start
see what is there
echoing
fragments
moments
no longer sensible
yet here and there
tied somehow
linked maybe
a story here and image there
clouds threaded
dreamy sequences
in which you once played a part
revisit
secretly catch a glimpse
taste a little memory
rich sauce
tools of time and memory
boxes filled with musty smells
dried leaves of hopeful uncertainties
trapped in the early morning rises
of dedication to life

I wish I could just say something
like "The Archaeology of Water".

Friday, 5 December 2014

Arriving Home


hang on maybe they are the same place!
might be getting the hang of this colour business...

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Leaving Home



Days seem to pass by grey and lifeless
savour lost amid the garish humdrum
spend boom and bust of it all
wonkiness of it all
rattling around
like wind ragged paper
and pulp
a curse on its fiction
dressed up as fact.