Monthly Archives: August 2013

Being in the now

Why is it in this insane world that what I do is wrong, despite the fact that at the time, it was all there was to do? Decisions made are cast in stone, and sit along the path, I’ve walked … Continue reading

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Seagulls

In seagulled soar surrendering the soul took flight as birds and danced through distant heavens, as life disguised in words.

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Small stones

Stone has one and ten and son, and ton and nest inside, and also no, a tiny word, but one which can provide, a settled world, within the word, which tumbles on the earth, reminding all that much is said, … Continue reading

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Old fears

I find a feeling, fleeting fleeing filling all my soul of pain remembered long ago- a loss which split. It touches, tastes of bitter seed and sews itself cell deep; sings a song of old, wild fear. Eyes reflected dark … Continue reading

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ancient heart

The ancient heart of blood red sand sensed season’s slide and felt the slow parade of life’s rough hand, yet sighed beneath that touch. She knew of more than we could know and thought before each breath which opened to … Continue reading

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Henry and Adele

Image: Henry and Adele by Judith Clay. Moon sighed in sorrowed silence, adrift on deepening shades, where doves lament the passing; and lilting notes are made. Fluted furrowed feelings rose, blown through tears of grace, twixt rivered wash of grievings; … Continue reading

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Monsoon

Grey skirts gleam in liquid folds, the rain falls fast and sure as monsoon makes her stately way across the land red raw. Her blessings drench, the seared earth sings, each leaf is washed and clean, as in her wake … Continue reading

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Wild things

They said the wild things were out there, in deepest, darkest night, within the jungled world of form; but I know that they lie. The wild things live within us all, those teeth are bared in dreams, and in the … Continue reading

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The floor

Tiles spread silent, judging in their cold application, a falling through the room of black and bitter white, dusted with moon’s bright and shadowed drifting tears, held within the spreading arms of birthing, darkling night, reminder of the mute, dead … Continue reading

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Thorny walls

Through thorny walls of fears I broke, to find within the box, of thought, belief and fears and hope, which was mine to take. In embryonic dreams of birth, I opened up the lid, and found within, what I had … Continue reading

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