only one arc

That one thunderbolt last night shook the entire building, and from my dream I jumped – believing a bomb had gone off – the alarms outside ringing through the night streets. The air was so still, yet so electric, the negative ions making the air dense and heavy, and at the same time, static, looking…

time moves on

The longest day of the year has just passed and the full moon will shine this weekend. The sky is still light with a multitude of blue, purple and pink hues and time still rolls on. But we are just specks in existence, our own importance so tiny in the bigger scheme of things. Written…

Golden moon

Golden moon out Shadows swallowing her Reveals pulsating glow of life She breathes A sigh The world keeps turning   Written content is © All rights are reserved. June 2010.

paint u a picture

wish i could paint u a picture of the sky this evening; sat on this balcony in this place of grey hills. and out to my right, a grey plateau hides half the vision; but behind are two tall tree tops, silhouetted, bending forth in the fresh wind. and beyond… the clouds streak across the…

Sublime

A look in the mirror confirmed the suspicion What needed to be done would be Without circumspection Eight years was a long time To wipe away But they were mine and I walked the line Walked away Man, it was sublime   Written content is © All rights are reserved. September 2011.

Bed’s warmth calls again

  The sun was rising, a haze filling the skyline ahead The frost kissing the grass, leaving it’s gentle sparkle The low cloud hugging the hilltops as we drove along Eurythmics serenaded us as our dreams slipped further away While work drew closer with every second Exciting but dismal as our days stretched before us…

Burn again?

Whispers in my head A glance to my left I see you there Sleep blanketing you Purrs heard in contentment Streams of light Flicker through the blinds Small birds sing their peace With their world And I lie here wondering Which way to turn What to do next If I’ll burn Again Written content is…

Facets of cherry coloured berries

Cherries and berries Peaches but no pie Multi coloured facets Of shapes and patterns Fill our eyes Explosions of colour Exaggerated Nature, Clouds, sky, rustling leaves of trees All are chalk drawings Standing out against the ground Of grey human nature Rigid rules Bent Under the weight Of vibrant iridescence Sweet as cherries and berries…

Whirlwind inter-connectivity

The world runs rivers To the seas The earth crossed with blue shades of arteries. Pulsing lives All intertwined All connected Nothing planned Nothing certain Constantly shifting, changing course Joining others as they make their choice. Our souls run this path also Colliding with one another in serendipity Some join and flow together for all…

Living without societal constraints

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up…