This post was inspired incidentally and coincidentally while I was looking at the blogs that I follow (my Reader) and came across this post
I was listening to an interview with Mick Box (Uriah Heep) having been to see a Heep show a week or so ago and these words just dropped through my fingers onto the screen.
I give due credit to Oloriel and gently suggest that glancing at other blogs is either the way to madness, inspiration -or both.
This building is a railyard:
South-bound, the other way instead –
Or this journey is a building –
“Third floor: nails, kettles and tickets ..” Continue reading
Between sharp-sting showers
We all stare intently into
The February-end fire heart
Hoping to glimpse a little of the sun.
In that Damascus road
Moment of realisation Continue reading
No happy-go-lucky, good-luck signs,
No open, friendly honest-smile faces;
Just treachery-assassins with double-cross lines
Thrive and scheme in the morning-lie races.
… the world was me;
Me and adventure’s drummers.
And when the status quo skies
Screamed or cried or bled
I simply smiled, Continue reading
Great wanna-be silverback ape
tells me my ancestors must
Have been crocodile gods:
I pay no attention to
His chinless chatter-noises,
I will not argue with a fool. Continue reading
Tomorrow’s dawn should find me
On the Yellow Card Road:
Framed, guiltless but shamed
Between the rising, rain-filtered sun
And what I already knew. Continue reading
Sun, bright redeeming sun
Shocks and surprises me this dawn
As I patiently creep between
The long made bed and
The one I am slowly building. Continue reading
In the fireball-shadow darkness
A young pale mind is screaming –
Long and loud –
“Put me in the front; Continue reading
My earliest on-line publishing was on a different site (www.webook.com)*
This is a lightly edited piece that first saw the light of the blogiverse there and was inspired initially be
a piece by “Juli Sabado”.
*my work is still there, in fact, but under a different pseudonym “Paul Rudge”
What are we looking at when
We are looking at the sea …
Hypnotised by the sea?
Do we look at a
Fluid mirror of our souls
Without realising this truth?
The depths, the shifts,
The emotions, the storms
And the turning tides? Continue reading