tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78063379451837164952024-03-06T00:54:18.822+00:00Dolphin MuseA place to allow some of my literary and other creative skills to emerge and evolve.Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.comBlogger4056125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-91466476758545771402023-02-03T17:12:00.000+00:002023-02-03T17:12:38.069+00:00Shipboard .<div>Dreaming of a long, long journey. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Shipboard </b> - 02 Feb 23 </div><div><br></div><div>We were ready </div><div>Everything was stowed </div><div>Movement about to begin </div><div>The shipboard lights </div><div>Flickered momentarily </div><div>To indicate the start </div><div>Of the journey </div><div>We were on the way </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>I will not say to where we go. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-13437892244802988272023-02-02T13:44:00.000+00:002023-02-02T13:44:42.846+00:00Colour Of Evening .<div>Slowly fading into black. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Colour Of Evening </b> - 01 Feb 23 </div><div><br></div><div>The day was fairly clear </div><div>As evening closed in </div><div>The colour of evening </div><div>Lost definition </div><div>Faded fast into black </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>All colours fade eventually. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-26085901629146355292023-02-01T17:53:00.000+00:002023-02-01T17:53:49.526+00:00Today And Tomorrow .<div>Looking at the options that are or might be. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Today And Tomorrow </b> - 31 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Options </div><div>Viewing the probilities </div><div>Of possible progress </div><div>From today and into </div><div>Tomorrow</div><div>Seeing where they </div><div>Might lead </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>All the possible directions. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-33205703315952262812023-01-31T17:19:00.000+00:002023-01-31T17:19:07.880+00:00On Wheel .<div>I have experienced something new. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>On Wheel </b> - 30 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>I have travelled </div><div>In buses </div><div>In cars </div><div>On various wheeled things </div><div>But never before</div><div>To the best of my knowledge </div><div>In a wheel chair</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Convenient but sensitive to every bump. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-74063862083220955822023-01-30T13:35:00.000+00:002023-01-30T13:35:43.242+00:00Hands Warm .<div>Need to get warm. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Hands Warm </b> - 29 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Wondering where to put them </div><div>When I need to warm </div><div>My fingers and hands </div><div>Nowhere seems appropriate </div><div>Or polite </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Just have to remain uncomfortable and cold. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-14050094874641656992023-01-29T17:32:00.000+00:002023-01-29T17:32:29.090+00:00Tasting Night Air .<div>The flavour of the air is different at other times of day. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> </div><div>. </div><div><b>Tasting Night Air </b> - 28 Jan 23</div><div><br></div><div>A certain crispness to </div><div>The night air </div><div>Walking on the heath </div><div>With my mouth open </div><div>Tasting the flavours</div><div>And texture of the air </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>An experience to be savoured. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-22735740316827380952023-01-28T17:17:00.000+00:002023-01-28T17:17:02.326+00:00Down .<div>Trying to return to vertically is not always easy. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Down </b> - 27 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Involuntary change </div><div>Of orientation can be painful </div><div>Getting back from down </div><div>Can be more so </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Personal experience, not to be recommended. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>. </div><div><br></div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-81808832042355204122023-01-26T19:02:00.000+00:002023-01-26T19:02:09.503+00:00Time Play .<div>In the morning nothing seems real. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Time Play </b> - 25 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Sounds </div><div>Words </div><div>Time </div><div>Changes </div><div>Alters </div><div>Perception </div><div>Play </div><div>Alchemy </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Nothing is real. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-74094358489406181472023-01-25T18:22:00.000+00:002023-01-25T18:22:37.490+00:00Waking Mysteries .<div>In the night I stir and wonder. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Waking Mysteries </b> - 24 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Who is speaking </div><div>To the wind </div><div>Disturbing the owls </div><div>Keeping me waking </div><div>In the mysteries </div><div>Of night </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>I never know. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-38027385484139432432023-01-24T18:26:00.000+00:002023-01-24T18:26:26.054+00:00Questing .<div>Looking for something I have used before but now cannot be traced no matter where I look. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Questing </b> - 23 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Dropped off the face </div><div>Of the Earth </div><div>Gone without a trace </div><div>I have not given up </div><div>I am still questing </div><div>One day I shall find it </div><div>I hope </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Life is a little emptier without it. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-33499643832696386912023-01-23T18:13:00.000+00:002023-01-23T18:13:04.666+00:00Slim Crescent .<div>I never get to see them, either too much cloud or the wrong time of day. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Slim Crescent </b> - 22 Jan 23</div><div><br></div><div>A slice carved from the sky </div><div>Dangles above the horizon </div><div>Moon sliver </div><div>What is to come </div><div>When the thin crescent </div><div>Grows </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>I watch her whenever I can. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-47674346217334103972023-01-22T18:58:00.000+00:002023-01-22T18:58:58.234+00:00Where Does It Go .<div>Trying to trace cables. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Where Does It Go </b> - 21 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Stubbornly unconnected </div><div>Nothing wants to </div><div>Indicate where it should be </div><div>Where does it go </div><div>A plea </div><div>A desperate request</div><div>Cannot see any connection </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Almost a supplication. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-8279229077279076302023-01-21T18:11:00.000+00:002023-01-21T18:11:44.536+00:00Today I Watch .<div>I always watch. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Today I Watch </b> - 20 Jan 23</div><div><br></div><div>Nothing better to do </div><div>The day gives special </div><div>Pleasure to the watchers </div><div>As they observe </div><div>My turn today </div><div>I watch carefully </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Sometimes gentle intervention is necessary. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-47053438022993613042023-01-20T18:07:00.000+00:002023-01-20T18:07:22.333+00:00No Such Thing .<div>What a coincidence they say. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>No Such Thing </b> - 19 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>When Soul makes </div><div>A request </div><div>The universe answers </div><div>No such thing </div><div>As a coincidence </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>It only seems that way to an untrained mind. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-28476091815364615372023-01-19T17:48:00.000+00:002023-01-19T17:48:52.507+00:00Little Talk .<div>In a moment between words, the silence is deafening. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Little Talk </b> - 18 Jan 23</div><div><br></div><div>Listening to the silence </div><div>Of little talk </div><div>Words do not matter </div><div>Only the space between sounds </div><div>Carries the required information </div><div>In the silence information flows </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Words are not always necessary. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-42660157910891665142023-01-18T18:04:00.000+00:002023-01-18T18:04:25.265+00:00Ribbon .<div>Like time unravelling. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Ribbon </b> - 17 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Knots dissapating </div><div>Air is a solvant </div><div>A ribbon dipped </div><div>Soon vanishes </div><div>Leaving less than a </div><div>Smear on the morrow </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Things often disappear. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-75053244217698505422023-01-17T18:05:00.000+00:002023-01-17T18:05:11.935+00:00Intermittent .<div>Moments pass just out of reach between the flickering light. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Intermittent </b> - 16 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Clock determines circular time </div><div>A fiction for time has no shape </div><div>Reading time from the intermittent </div><div>Splashes of light from a tumbling </div><div>Mirror in a sideshow nightmare </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Where does this go. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-66122160675999877732023-01-16T18:23:00.000+00:002023-01-16T18:23:48.566+00:00Secrets Held .<div>In a time </div><div>When the words </div><div>Have no real value </div><div>Except to the speaker </div><div>The listener often </div><div>Ignores what is said</div><div>So the secrets </div><div>Are held between people </div><div>And sometimes </div><div>Only by one </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Do you listen. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-19465776208433686922023-01-15T18:02:00.000+00:002023-01-15T18:02:16.300+00:00Sleet Hissing .<div>Sudden random sound. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Sleet Hissing </b> - 14 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>The effect of tiny ice </div><div>On a plastic roof </div><div>Is quite starting </div><div>When unexpected </div><div>Sleet hissing </div><div>At me </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Is it trying to make a point. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-26227945232603998982023-01-14T18:35:00.000+00:002023-01-14T18:35:11.504+00:00Letting The Day Flow .<div>Do not try to hold it back. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Letting The Day Flow </b> - 13 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Whatever needs to happen </div><div>Will happen </div><div>Getting in the way </div><div>Just makes it harder </div><div>And more painful </div><div>Letting the day flow </div><div>Is so much easier and </div><div>Pleasant </div><div>Try it you will like it </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Life is easier when you don't argue. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-69450843180956334902023-01-13T18:12:00.000+00:002023-01-13T18:12:15.598+00:00Food It Says .<div>But I am not certain. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Food - 13 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>It says here </div><div>But I am not certain </div><div>Texture wrong </div><div>Flavour wrong </div><div>Smell really not right </div><div>Can I just pass </div><div>And say </div><div>No thanks </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>I have never had anything this bad, yet </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-47437425878270520362023-01-12T18:32:00.000+00:002023-01-12T18:32:00.909+00:00A Hint Of Frost .<div>On the air, in my lungs cold burning. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>A Hint Of Frost </b> - 11 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Always surprising </div><div>Feeling the prickles </div><div>From each indrawn breath </div><div>As the ice is taken </div><div>Into the body </div><div>A hint of frost </div><div>Feels more with </div><div>Each breath </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Refreshing but painful. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-17269917270324045782023-01-11T18:06:00.000+00:002023-01-11T18:06:41.771+00:00Unreal Invention .<div>I'm back and this is what I get to see. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Unreal Invention </b> - 10 Jan 23</div><div><br></div><div>XXB just created </div><div>Like all the other ones </div><div>To control the populace </div><div>And get them to do </div><div>What the government wants </div><div>Without giving anything </div><div>In return </div><div>Another unreal invention </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>I have seen too many things like this to believe them. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-15849828844476478592023-01-07T18:23:00.000+00:002023-01-07T18:23:31.106+00:00Unreal .<div>Certainties fade. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Unreal </b> - 06 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Unreal events </div><div>Nibble at my senses </div><div>Leaving me unsure </div><div>Of where I am </div><div>What is going on </div><div>Around me </div><div>What is my next step </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>I am not certain what my last step was. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806337945183716495.post-36628878367942348262023-01-06T18:04:00.000+00:002023-01-06T18:04:10.318+00:00Fiction .<div>Truth is never told. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div><b>Fiction </b> - 05 Jan 23 </div><div><br></div><div>Forgotten ways </div><div>The myth of history </div><div>Fiction told by the victors </div><div>To justify their actions </div><div>After the events </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>. </div><div>Truth can be found. </div><div><br></div><div>. </div>Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09517497340893443306noreply@blogger.com0