Archives for the month of: June, 2012

Two Young Gods: six, three –
Surprise gifts ~ bursting with glee –
Planting a new tree.

Pipistrelle bat squad –
Feeding on the wing ~ in force –
Can’t wait for the dark…

Mowing bohreen grass –
Foxgloves jostle dog daisies ~
Barley Cove ahead.

Taunting the big waves –
Little legs ~ just fast enough –
Get soaked anyway.

Adjusting loose rocks –
In the little mountain stream ~
Better water sound.

A race to get home –
Before it is too late ~ hot –
Five big ice cream cones.

Garden designer –
Long dead ~ sees in his mind’s eye –
Today’s perfection.

Schull market fresh plaice –
Big prawns, juicy lamb; foodies:
Come to food Island!

Holiday excuse:
The inevitable rain –
Do nowt for a day.

Heavenly corner –
Offers models for life ~ and,
The Surface of Mars.

Little stream, running –
I know you will be here ~ long –
After we are gone.

Now I’ve got my left lense out

The crescent moon blur seems to shout

this is how you always see

the world about and those around me.

Bifocal still but not complete

Clear / Crystalline / blurred compete.

I see alot, maybe more than most?

But remaining still the untold ghost

an image there, an outline here

What exactly it is remains unclear.

Judge Distance, perceive good and woe

Still you’re fucked if you know what you don’t know.

The both lenses out, all is gone.

Ignorance or Apathy which I sometimes don.

Soon, All needful knowledge I’ll win:

Next morning lenses go back in.

 

From ‘The Little Black Book’, 20-6-1992

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