When the Sun went Down |
When the sun went down
were you smiling?
were you warm in the arms
of the one you loved
sharing your hopes
and dreams?
Were you cold and alone
in the mud and the murder
the roar of gu...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 15:59:00 GMT |
Yearlong (Oct) - October |
Shades of the old
shades of the new
penumbra of the present
October cast in subtle hue
or molten incandescent
Flame-sailed suede
dewed velvet green
glossy leather mottled
bright in sig...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 10:29:00 GMT |
Yearlong (Oct) - White Horse |
In fields of green I saw you
alone with neck inclined
to graze the grass beneath you
and echo in my mind
this window on the heavens
this green and golden sea
this beauty from the ending...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 09:45:00 GMT |
Yearlong (Oct) - Sun King |
In heights of summer
we collect
the gifts You do bestow
but we forget with each sunset
that quickly they do go
We praise Your Eye
when days speed by
and cold winds gather in
a bounty ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 09:05:00 GMT |
Yearlong (Oct) - A New Beginning |
It is not Spring, so clean and green
Nor two-faced Janus' door
but this new beginning to
my mind means so much more
Something rustling through the leaves,
falling with a thud
I c...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 10:26:00 GMT |
Update.. |
If anyone out there has anything they'd like to contribute - photos, words or art, wherever you are - I would love to receive them and post them, with your blessing, on my page, as part of the Pr...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 12:41:00 GMT |
The Yearlong Project |
October 2008 marks the start of the Yearlong Project, a simple documentation through words and photographs of the Nature surrounding me. Almost all the photos are taken in situ, ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 09:02:00 GMT |
Wolfstone |
Shawled in shade
and matted fur
Echinos beneath the moon
howling echo
shakes the bracken
with its pained dischordant tune
Tendons tighten
limbs stretch longer
arching bowstring back
si...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 05:20:00 GMT |
Grey Museums |
Grey museums
It ended where it began
Though with a whimper, not a bang
Kisses snatched and fumbled zips
shark eyes bright within the Deep
Passion in park brambles
and grey museums made bright b...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 14:08:00 GMT |
Black Cat Magic |
A black cat sways across the street
as I swerve the leaning rungs,
evading cracks in paved grey slabs
I push the door
warmth fills my lungs
`Hi!` say I
`Hello!` says she
`I hope ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 11:09:00 GMT |
