In moments, too rare –
Sound, sight, all senses convene ~
Truth is captured, there.
For Seamus Heaney, RIP.
Month: August 2013
schöne Maschine
Will it be drones next?
Or stealthy wings, precise bombs ~
To separate minds…
Uniform
Small Man’s first school day –
Shirt collar stiff on his neck ~
Teacher half my age.
Seasoning
A planet with six seasons.
Cycles.
How will I imagine you?
Thaw
Warmth
Calm, how we lie languid and calm ~
Wind
Storms
Frost
…Thaw…
The possibilities.
How we lie stretched, languid and calm.
Planets with their seasons.
A planet with six seasons.
Fallen
Bees land for last time –
Summer’s end glory laid out ~
A final supper.
Entropy
‘But why do things break?’ –
Nature likes to break things down ~
We are all from stars.
Rearguard
Gladioli, swords –
Standing guard for the Summer ~
Watch the days shorten.
Bundled
And should it matter –
Whether it was gas or steel ~
They were still children.
Orange
Crocosmia verge –
A dull day, brightening up ~
Welcome invaders.
Surfing
Carrowniskey Beach –
A Pterosaur flies again ~
High on the sea air.
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