‘Circle Of Light’
light is a circle
reaching around the darkness
that would engulf you
Circle Of Light
Tag: Poetry
Solitary Soul
‘Solitary Soul’
………………
you,
alone,
solitary.
you,
alone,
stronger than you think.
you,
only you,
can save yourself.
An Ancient Descent
‘An Ancient Descent’
an ancient descent
foliage in falling thread
frame by frame
Sense of Direction
‘Sense Of Direction’
Any way the wind blows
a path of least resistance
making perfect sense
At Branches’ End
‘At Branches’ End’
Here at branches’ end
foliage and sky pretend
that they will be one
‘Palace Hotel’
‘Palace Hotel’
All faded grandeur
main street king seen better days
curtains draw to grey
Stepping It Out
‘Stepping It Out’
Stepping up, stepping down
steps cut both ways you know
take them to the top
or to the place below
if I cross you on the steps
let’s swap notes
on our destinations
or maybe stay awhile
in the middle
content without extremes
whichever way
we step it out
the increments mark our time.
The Same Voice That Calls
“Whether we call it sacrifice, or poetry, or adventure, it is always the same voice that calls”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Just one question really – what is it that calls you over your known edge, past your fear, to that thing beyond ?
Arcadia
A bell from a ship and an idyllic scene of nature are connected in name – Arcadia.
An environmental utopia of bountiful natural splendour and harmony, a concept beloved of poets and philosophers, where the untrammeled natural world was supreme and as close to perfection as we are likely to get. One could supposedly find and attain this mythical place ,unspoiled by civilisation.
Just because poets and philosophers thought and wrote about it doesn’t mean it’s not a good idea!
Ironically, the ship the bell came from, the ‘SS Arcadia” , a passenger ship which visited NZ from Australia, was scrapped in 1979, leaving no doubt a pile of rusted out man made iron. Never mind, there is now a much larger namesake ship plowing the cruise routes of the world.
If we can’t quite reach Arcadia, we will build bigger and brighter things…
Nevermore
” Quoth the raven -“Nevermore”.”
 Edgar Allan Poe, ‘The Raven’
One of the famous ravens at the Tower Of London – darkly majestic avians that rule the roost and would seem to know all the secrets of the place, secrets that, erm, might otherwise be nevermore…
Whistlin’ Past The Graveyard
“I come into town on a night train with an arm full of boxcars
On the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night
I’m gonna tear me off a rainbow and wear it for a tie
I never told the truth so I can never tell a lie
Whistlin’ past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
Me and mother hubbard Papa one-eyed jack”
 – Tom Waits ,‘Whistlin’ Past The Graveyard’ (1978).
One of the greatest songs about the resting place of the dead ever written!
Well, compared to songs about love, it’s a relatively small sample size, granted.
The way the gravel-voiced one growls and rasps his blues braggadocio poetry is pure (black) magic.
Excellent slink-through-the-night creep factor, but damn hard to whistle…
Link to the song below:
Ebb Then Flood 