#179 (a flat world)

ideas being quenshed

before they even set a fire

to our imagination

unconnected sparks

dancing around jaded amygdalas



we were everything

you needed us to be

and nothing we ever wanted

to become

blind obedience

as we shackled our free will

to the dogma of superiority

sheep, whetting our butcher’s knife


the time for tenderness

was gone and buried lay

the corpses of our lost innocence

rotting under cruelty and ignorance

the bed we made to lie on

all tooth and nails

and the flame of kindness

reduced to a flicker


the dark ages are

just a stone throw away

always ready to emerge

and smother the present

so feed your light

tonight

 

 


11th August 2017

#178 (symphony of speed)

raindrops running

a race on the scratched window

between places

I’d become a wire

live electricity coursing

through my fibres

my nerves ablaze

grey clouds mirrored

on the paper

I’m writing on

blended into

a symphony of speed

hills and valleys

appearing and fading

background becomes

the centre of my attention

thoughts sliding in and out

of time

like the blinds sliding down

one droplet won the race

and plunged into the ground

trickling into the tracks

like the memory of a train ride

was seeping into my mind

7th August 2017

#177 (traces of lavender)

grey puddles

taunting his wet ankles

splish-splash

the droning of constant

rainfall blocking out the

soft vows he whispered

in the sweetest of embraces

traces of lavender

rekindling the memory

of that night under the stars

when all the lights had seemed

to dance for the two of them

the full moon their witness

cirrus clouds crowning cheerful heads

 

24th July 2017

 

#175 (basic laws of magic)

call upon

what you need

feed the things

you want to keep

honor your elders

the living and the dead

do no harm except

to protect yourself

write your name

into the wind

and the waves

let the wild

seep into your life

permeate your being

see beauty in every shape

in every colour

it comes

be beautiful yourself

 

22nd July 2017

A little note on my use of the concept of beauty: it is far from aesthetically pleasing, but describes the things, 
or people that are breathtaking, sometimes extremely ordinary and often neglected. My concept of beauty is probably
closest to the one, Margaret Wolfe Hungerford may have described when she wrote "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"