This poem started to grow when I was collecting our drinking water from the shute above the stream near our house and the images started to fill my senses.
Today - 30 Dec 09
Above me Fragmented shards Of fractured blue Show between the clouds
Beside me The stream tries To carry the shards, The splinters, Of the blue Glittering dust
Ahead of me Water cascades To quench my thirst
Behind me The path leads Home
I use the word 'shute' in the opening lines instead of the more widely used 'chute' because Cornish dialect often pronounces the word as 'shout' and the spelling beginning with the letter 's' allows this as a possibility.
This poem was inspired - in part - by my friend June, she has taken to writing duets through her comments here and, because of this, I felt it good - as the poem was being birthed - that June should get a mention here.
Flight Through Infinity - 13 Dec 09
In the flow We swim together Dance together Sing our duet to charm The watchers Angel and Dolphin Creating the dream Together
In the wind Between the stars We fly together Our dance together Illumined by starlight Angel and Dolphin Dreaming the dance Together
In the void Where stars are born We pause Our dance creates the worlds From which all things begin And infinity Shall be our playground Angel and Dolphin Dancing the dream Together
In the infinite Where thought is born We need not move Breathing the dream Into existence and letting it Flow, around, between, Within Angel and Dolphin Dreaming the dream Together
I feel this poem marks a new point in my writing - not certain where it is going to lead me but I am open to developments.
This came through as I was reviewing thoughts and memories about some people I know or knew and I realised that we all have these feelings, though for most of us, these feelings are way below the surface and will never be seen by others.
You may notice that it is in the form of an acrostic...
Somebody Has... - 10 Dec 09
Bringing her strange thoughts Into my line of sight Provoking a response Out of nothing I thought I had Laughing, she probes And requests attention again Reaching out to torment and Drag me into strange places In which she hopes to lose me Slipping the knot round and Over and against my neck Restraining and releasing and then she Denies it all and at the End of the day she says it Really doesn't matter
There are no names here for the simple reason that the 'she' in the poem is a construct and should not be taken to represent any one particular person.
This poem took shape during the afternoon and was complete in about an hour.
Watching You - 09 Dec 09
Watching you Asleep My eyes follow your form Settle on your closed eyes And the warmth of your smile Are you dreaming of me? I wish...I wish... I wish I could join you In your dreamscape To play Among the roses Along the glittering shore In the shifting waves In our Dolphin selves
This poem was inspired by a night blessing from my friend June who said, "the new moon shines not to earth but to space...taking our dreams way out there..." It didn't take long for this little poem to be born.
Dream Flight - 21 Nov 09
She whispered an incantation Gently, quietly, in my ear She rested her hand on my heart And we took flight Our dance took us Between the stars To follow our dreams In their flight
Another of the older poems, I was reading through some with the intention of posting something and was struck by the images and memories that this poem triggered in me - I hope that the same can be said by you when you read it.
Memories - 08 May 97
I remember Soft warm breezes Slow sunsets Into the sea
Memories of those Loving days Watching the waves Washing silver across the sands
I remember Special mornings Gentle golden light Washing through the windows
Pulling me from sleep Taking me from my bed Inviting me to walk Through the gardens of a dream
I remember Places I have never been Imagination takes my waking mind To other worlds, other lands
In my dreams I have touched these places And drunk the waters Eaten the bread. Lived there.
I remember Walking Walking the wild places Dreaming of a time
When through a window Across the sea I watched slow sunsets Into the sea
I feel that this is one of my more evocative poems.
Another of those poems that grow from something seen and heard while doing something totally unrelated.
October Rain - 03 Oct 09
Autumn, October rain Washing the leaves From the branches Casting mottled shadows From the reflection Of the streetlamp On the road. In the night-dark time A rumbling wind Almost drowns out the patter Of the rain on my window
The weather cannot make up it's mind what it wants to do...just after this was written the sky cleared and a [just past] full moon shone out.
A change in the mood again, delving into the fairly recent past for this offering.
Rain - 11 Nov 00
Once upon a midnight strange I listened to the rain. I listened to the rain Cascading down my window Talking to the trees Singing in the stream Duets in the watery symphony On the rocky way to the sea.
In the unexpected darkness After the fullness of the moon I contemplate the changes And listen to the rain
Change to the mood? I will probably get back to the hopeless romantic state before too long, I rather miss it.
Someone searched my blog recently, for "Dolphin, acrostic poem" and this inspired me to actually add one to these offerings.
Dolphin - 14 Sep 09
Dancing with my Muse to unlock and Open the gates of dreams and throw them wide Leave the constraining land behind and Pass into the world where imagination Has the guiding hand, now swim with me In a wonderful, beautiful place and you need Never leave my side again
I hope this pleases the one who searched my Muse and any one else who reads it.
I always find it interesting when Muse takes me by the hand and leads me to find paper and pen so that I can transcribe the latest poem, this is what happened last night.
Wondering... - 13 Sep 09
Wondering... How many times I never told you... In all the time We were together I never said... I should have spoken Only those few words That mean so much But I never did Though now I must I love you
I have heard the phrase before - hopeless romantic. Once again - I make no apologies.
Another acrostic today, this one just grew by itself from a card picked for inspiration.
Synchronicity - 10 Sep 09
Sharing thoughts You once believed were yours alone Now realising that they are shared, Communally, with your Heart-linked friends Realising that there is more. Other-world links New-found friends In infinite worlds Cosmic links Intricately Touching minds and sharing Your love
Poossibly not an accurate description of synchronicity but it felt right when writing the poem and I felt that the thought was more important than content.
This is a new poem - it is not the one I was waiting for but 'fate' has a way of changing things when you least expect it. I am not complaining though, fate has assisted me too many times for complaints.
Touching My Heart - 06 Sep 09
Touching my heart Playing with my dreams Playing with the kisses We shared
Holding my mind Caressing the memories Loving in the depths Of our thoughts
Take me by the hand Lead me back to the place Where our love was born And there let it grow anew
Another love song - I am getting a reputation as a romantic...one of the best reputations I can have, I believe.
Another poem from my dim and distant past; this one has a theme not quite in accordance with the time of year in which it was written.
Summer Passing - 26 Jul 76
Time pass. The summer days slip In orchestrated simple melodies Cascading floral emblematic themes Symphonic echoes of a distant place. Now southward fly the geese. In arrow formation, melancholy cry, Away from the louring grey, fly Mourning has come again, enshrouding snow.
I cannot believe that I have been writing poetry for over thirty years - makes me feel really ancient.
In amongst all the poems telling of the beauty and friendship of the Dawn comes this offering from the fairly early years giving a completely different image.
Entrapment - 10 Dec 85
And in the lamplights darkness I watch The starlight fade. Dawn comes mocking at my door In misty veil Enfolded. Pretending she is someone else To trap me With her guile. But I will not be fooled I know her real face The coldness and the pain She gives Are real
I think she has forgiven me, this was written during a rather rough period in my life when I actually dreded the new day appearing. My life is way different now and I know that the feelings I wrote about were just a reflection of what I was going through.
Dawn is, and always has been, my beautiful friend.
I had been waiting for the nudge from Muse for a little while. I was looking at a scrap of paper with a few random lines that had come to me over the last week. I suddenly realised that these were not in the right order - a few changes were made and suddenly it grew into what you see here.
Haunting Whispers - 24 Aug 09
In the pregnant, poignant times Torn from the spaces Between our words My thoughts reside Beside the unspoken questions, Questioning what we are doing To ourselves.
The pain in our eyes Is clear to see For those who care to look... But, who looks? You? Me? I dare not Even peek Between fingers Pressed against my eyes
I cannot hide from the whispers The echoes of forgotten Words and thoughts We spoke so long ago Can we make them fade? Only a few small words Can drown them out But dare we say "I love you" Again?
Before anyone asks, this poem is not autobiographical - not from this life anyway. I have to admit that the emotions I felt while writing these words were rather stronger than I had anticipated and so may well be another echo from times past.
This is another of my poems which reflect a certain sense of not being in the place I am supposed to be. This is a feeling that has followed me for very many years and I probably never will totally get away from it.
I hope that writing about my feelings will assist the process of coming to terms with them.
Outside - 24 Feb 88
Outside The grey of day Deepens into night. Beside me A gentle stream Of music, Drum and voice Plays sad tales Of other years In times gone by.
Many of my poems have a sad theme running through them, it makes them rather more poignant, I feel.
I felt that I really wanted to post this today, there is a feeling that indications of new beginnings are about to make themselves very clear and this poem gives an indication of this feeling.
Fire - 14 Oct 00
Cold Banished by the thoughts Of a new-found day A new-found fire. Darkness Was a boundary Which none could cross But now On wings of flame We fly Soaring In the moonkissed sky Carrying our dreams Into the light Nurturing Helping them to grow To flourish, to bloom To seed The next generation, To set them on their path.
I'm not going to say any more here, I will just allow this poem to stand by itself and invite comments - as usual.
A poem created late in the day - or it may have been very early in the day. It addresses some of the fears of any writer...read on.
Revelations - 28 Dec 83
Sitting in the darkness Writing by the light from a streetlamp Wondering if the scrawl Will be legible in the cold Light of day Perhaps the time Will be wasted Perhaps it will not. There's always the chance That I'll be misunderstood The timing of the revelation Is always critical And the fear is that I have got it wrong.
I cannot be certain what the revelation was that triggered the poem, the memory of this is lost in the mists of time and may never be recalled but I feel the poem stands the test of time.
I originally started to write this poem as a rather cynical response to the concept of 'organised religion' but as I wrote the words, the feel changed.
Midnight Mass - 23 Aug 01
The words of the priest Echo down the aisle The forgotten prayers Of countless years Hidden In the late night Schemes The darkness of The midnight mass
He called the faithful To prayer Of those who answered Only the faithful Only the fearful Managed to say the words And sing the hymns And chant the responses Of the mass
Body and Soul In the midnight hour When darkness touches the heart And minds of the faithful This is the Body The open mouth accepts This is the Blood And sips, tasting the life.
In the echoes, in the aisle Footsteps falter The darkness gathers And in the midnight hour A gentle touch A hand touches the brow Of the priest His face illumined By the Light And he knows He is here, She is here We is
The poems I write are my personal feelings and thoughts and are not meant as any kind of insult to any religion or individual belief pattern.
If you don't like the thoughts behind any of my works please do not hesitate to tell me, I would be interested in what you have to say. Come to that, if you do like these thoughts you can tell me that too...
I have been accused of being an Incurable Romantic, this poem may well be the final note in that symphony - no chance, there are many more to come from the inner me.
The Wind from the Sun - 06 Nov 02
Our love Was born in flame Burn Bright enough To shine through the rain And throw A crystal spectrum Across our soul
We watched the sunset On a thousand worlds Then drank the dawn And intoxicated Walked hand in hand Along the shore Of eternity Feel the gentle waves Caress our feet Sweep the sand Ahead of us into a carpet Of flowers
We were Born for each other We chose to be Together Again And again
Our spirits intertwined Try to escape... We might as well Try to outrun The wind from the sun
Another bid for the crown of Incurable Romantic - maybe more to come fairly soon.
This little poem arrived without any real warning to me that it was on the way. The links here are to a few points in my past, without which this poem could never have been born.
Broken Promises - 16 Aug 09
Isn't it strange? After all the talk And the games And the promises We made...
I reached for you Tried to touch you And you weren't there As you promised I waited I waited for you to arrive But...
You said that we Would never part And that our love Was eternal We promised That we would stay Together Forever And you said that you Would be there for me
I never realised That promises Were so fragile And could be broken Without a thought
But still I wait For you
I shall wait
My poetic mind embroiders the memory of what was reality and presents it's own version, this is how and why this vision appeared. Nothing I have been through is as heavy as I can portray it as being...though it makes a good story.
Just a short poem today and one which has a really different feel to those I have shown before.
I cannot recall what, or who, actually inspired this poem into being, it was a long time ago. Whatever it was, it must have made quite an impact on me at the time, even though this inspiration has passed.
Destiny's Journal - 22 Feb 88
In the shuttered spaces In the tombs In the temples Catacombs and echoing vaults You shall find me
Feeding on the darkness Riding on the nightmare You come for me
I know that we shall meet Our conflict in Destiny's Journal Inscribed, bound and sealed We shall meet
I often wonder how many faces Muse has - and how many are yet to be shown to me.
Back to the poems today but who knows what will come from this page in the future.
Riding in the Dark - 08 Nov 02
Break the silence With a cry in the dark A midnight dream Disturbs your sleep The mare leaps Across your bed And drags you screaming Into a darkness of your own The dread you feel Is yours alone To keep If you choose
Break the tension With a cry in your dream Shatter the bonds Of the midnight schemes In your sleep, in your dreams Tame the mare Ride her 'cross the fields Of the dark night Thoughts, Ride her till the dawn Comes to light the way, Now she is yours And the ride will be sweet
Ride on Claim the light in the dark The stars are yours To claim If you wish
Just a quick posting today because it is later than I had intended - there shall be more soon.
As a change from the poems I usually post here, I offer a short story. It is the first of a sequence, I probably will not post any further stories in this series, instead I wait for the whole thing to fully manifest and become a novella - or whatever.
Sya-Eeshan - Jan 84
From my vantage point high on Mount Kakarinka I looked down over the island, stretched in its serpentine way across the ocean. Twelve of the thirteen city towers were visible, fairly clearly, despite the early morning haze that shrouded the dawn over Ocean. The thirteenth, I knew, lay behind me in the west, for I had just climbed from there to take one last look before I left this world.
There was a fluttering noise behind me and a sharp down-draft shook the dew from the bracken, startling the Tent-web spiders into running for cover. I did not look round for I knew who it was. For a moment before she spoke, silence reigned broken only by the distant cries of the Yellow Gulls.
"Kefan. Must you leave?" Her voice, as always, sent goose-pimples chasing each other down my back.
"You know I must, Sya-Eeshan. I explained to you why I have to leave."
"Can you not hide? They will not miss you."
"Oh Sya-Eeshan, you know that; if I could, if there was some way, I would stay. This world means more to me now than my own. You mean more to me than any other person I have ever known...but I have warned you, have I not, that when the message comes ordering my return I must obey." I found it difficult to complete my little speech as, increasingly, I found my voice trying to break and the lump in my throat was becoming harder to swallow past.
Finally Sya-Eeshan pushed past me and stood with her back to the edge of the cliff. Staring straight into my eyes, a torrent of tears streaming unashamedly down her cheeks and dripping onto her small, beautiful breasts. Even with her face set into a rigid mask of intense sorrow she was painfully beautiful.
"Sya-Eeshan, I am sorry..."
"I will never forget you Kefan." She turned away, her toes overhung the cliff-edge. "Good-bye Kefan, try to remember me." She pushed herself forward over the edge and dropped like a stone for a hundred metres before spreading her golden wings and soaring in a long sweeping curve out of sight.
I had taken one involuntary step forward with my arms outstretched before I could control myself. My vision was heavily clouded; tears, stained blood-red by the first rays of Nyess as it pulled itself above the horizon, dripped from my open eyes.
Savagely, I wiped my face with the back of my hand and turned away from the view. Feeling more weary than I had ever felt, I started on the long walk down to the plain of Kreek-nye.
This is the first story in a sequence entitled [provisionally] the 'Farewell Fragments' - your comments are particlularly invited.
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