POETRY
writing poetry is a natural extension of my artwork , it comes from the same place.
i used to write some time ago and since early last year i have resumed enjoying the written word to express and share experiences - its about seeing the world from the heart ...
i will post a new selection of poems here from time to time
chough
to see by the sea
the lift of a chough
is enough
to set my heart free
my spirit flies with it
flouts the fact of my feet
bound to the ground
spirit bird acrobat
relish your habitat
show my soul how
to fly with you now
to play with the wind
no longer pinned down
but free
unless
it’s hard to know i can’t stop what i’m seeing
open or close my eyes it’s in my face
unless i let it go and trust wellbeing.
why do people smash things even though
threads binding them are intricate as lace ?
it’s hard to know i can’t stop what i’m seeing.
how to stay calm as rising storm winds blow
that may not let me travel at my pace
unless i let it go and trust wellbeing.
how much pain would drive someone to stow
away as cargo just to reach this place ?
its hard to know i can’t stop what i’m seeing.
anger and fear break me or make me go
and hide inside a bloody carapace
unless i let them go and trust wellbeing.
dark moments steal my knowledge of the glow
of sunset , all my love they can displace,
its hard to know i can’t change what i’m seeing
unless i let it go and trust wellbeing.
the pen
The pen slants here in my hand
leading me on into words
like fingering in the sand
its my turn to write
to be here feels right
not to hide in the night
there’s no-one to fight
its been coming so long
just keep on letting it
keep on bringing it on
its prime time and it rhymes
stay here at the brink
don’t stop to think
give words their wild way
don’t know what they’ll say
easier than you thought
who said it was fraught
the ship is in port
no ought to or have to
you found your place
just get on the case
its time prime time
those things
i woke up this morning
and said to myself
the sun is shining
this is the day
to do those things
but Life said
look at this
this leads to that
and consider the other
i said ooh yes
if i give this a moment
that would fit there
which means first do this
after those
are out of the way
the morning just went
it was time for some food
and a walk
wont be in good shape
without exercise
and then
i can do those things
before it gets dark
just when i got home
Life phoned me up
really needing to chat
then i couldn’t not finish
what i promised last month
and catch the post
before doing those things
the light was going
when i got to the post
i met Life in the shop
what a story she told me
we’ve made a plan
for a wonderful time
all day next tuesday
my other free time
for doing those things
blue angel
once upon a moon
she seeded deep blue in the rocks
for humankind to find and prize
it became the painters’ only choice
to colour a mythical mother’s frocks
marc chagall knew blue
yves klein thought he owned it
blue angel smiled
winked at marlene
while her fingers followed trails of indigo
traded across the world
mississippi men woke up
with her essence all around their beds
calling their souls to music
so their pain could be shared and shed
some days she paints the sky
just when my back is turned
blue seeps and spreads around the clouds
blazes like praise
into my lightstruck heart
i want
i want
to take
time
stretch it
wide enough
for you
and i
to step in
i want
us
to run
out of time
out of the waste
of time
immemorial
to the place
that time
forgot
i want
to leave
time
out of mind
i want
time
to find us
wanting
in the timeless
present
to see by the sea
the lift of a chough
is enough
to set my heart free
my spirit flies with it
flouts the fact of my feet
bound to the ground
spirit bird acrobat
relish your habitat
show my soul how
to fly with you now
to play with the wind
no longer pinned down
but free
unless
it’s hard to know i can’t stop what i’m seeing
open or close my eyes it’s in my face
unless i let it go and trust wellbeing.
why do people smash things even though
threads binding them are intricate as lace ?
it’s hard to know i can’t stop what i’m seeing.
how to stay calm as rising storm winds blow
that may not let me travel at my pace
unless i let it go and trust wellbeing.
how much pain would drive someone to stow
away as cargo just to reach this place ?
its hard to know i can’t stop what i’m seeing.
anger and fear break me or make me go
and hide inside a bloody carapace
unless i let them go and trust wellbeing.
dark moments steal my knowledge of the glow
of sunset , all my love they can displace,
its hard to know i can’t change what i’m seeing
unless i let it go and trust wellbeing.
the pen
The pen slants here in my hand
leading me on into words
like fingering in the sand
its my turn to write
to be here feels right
not to hide in the night
there’s no-one to fight
its been coming so long
just keep on letting it
keep on bringing it on
its prime time and it rhymes
stay here at the brink
don’t stop to think
give words their wild way
don’t know what they’ll say
easier than you thought
who said it was fraught
the ship is in port
no ought to or have to
you found your place
just get on the case
its time prime time
those things
i woke up this morning
and said to myself
the sun is shining
this is the day
to do those things
but Life said
look at this
this leads to that
and consider the other
i said ooh yes
if i give this a moment
that would fit there
which means first do this
after those
are out of the way
the morning just went
it was time for some food
and a walk
wont be in good shape
without exercise
and then
i can do those things
before it gets dark
just when i got home
Life phoned me up
really needing to chat
then i couldn’t not finish
what i promised last month
and catch the post
before doing those things
the light was going
when i got to the post
i met Life in the shop
what a story she told me
we’ve made a plan
for a wonderful time
all day next tuesday
my other free time
for doing those things
blue angel
once upon a moon
she seeded deep blue in the rocks
for humankind to find and prize
it became the painters’ only choice
to colour a mythical mother’s frocks
marc chagall knew blue
yves klein thought he owned it
blue angel smiled
winked at marlene
while her fingers followed trails of indigo
traded across the world
mississippi men woke up
with her essence all around their beds
calling their souls to music
so their pain could be shared and shed
some days she paints the sky
just when my back is turned
blue seeps and spreads around the clouds
blazes like praise
into my lightstruck heart
i want
i want
to take
time
stretch it
wide enough
for you
and i
to step in
i want
us
to run
out of time
out of the waste
of time
immemorial
to the place
that time
forgot
i want
to leave
time
out of mind
i want
time
to find us
wanting
in the timeless
present
