Tuesday, January 23, 2007


Offshoremore

Monday, January 22, 2007

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Saturday, January 20, 2007

In My Garden Today

Amongst the garden litter blackbird hides.
Searching for the remnant seed, by chance left behind.
Stealthy in motion, sometimes quick to flee,
yet when departing tail feathers flare defiantly.
Song of warning is heard far and wide;
hops between emergent bulb, I see blackbird hide.

Starling siblings land formatively.
Squabble over seed and nut, strung within the plum tree.
Devouring all they strive to satiate,
a hunger born of life lived at the fastest pace.
Brave in flight with acrobatic skill;
starling always first to try, starling strong of will.

Across the garden frontier sparrows skim.
Quiet and unassuming, they often venture in.
Combined or unaccompanied, they’ll be;
buoyant on a fragile perch, under canopy.
Congregating in the hedge close by;
sparrow chat
escorts the day, as it eases by.

Rare in its appearance thrush arrives,
quick to investigate all of the blackbirds hides.
And similarly cautious strains to sense,
a predatory resonance within the garden fenced.
With song and beauty that few can compare;
fleeting in its company, in search of food elsewhere.

With unyielding perseverance they descend.
Dove and pigeon circle, flutter, wobble and amend.
Yet with grace that belies their mortal guise,
they navigate the narrow channels leading to their prize.
Defiant against even gravity;
here the doves and pigeons feed, from where I can see.

Then high above, an outline framed in blue.
Gull soars with faculty and elegance anew.
The lure of easy pickings holds no sway,
for masters of trajectory, who’s course is far away.
The call alerts of their airborne display,
these are the birds; I soar, in my garden today.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007



This is one of the first images taken by STEREO.
(Image credit: NASA )

Monday, January 15, 2007

Waking Mark II

This poem was written in response to my last one by Mac's Niece of Caged Minutes
and left for me as a comment, however I feel it deserves front page exposure!


I woke today with headache:
The vodka had pursued!
No caffeine to stimulate me,
No contemplation of food!

I dream of tripe and onions,
Where lingering smells reside,
And swim in digestive bliss
with thoughts of two eggs fried.

But empty are all cupboards,
And absent are any remains.
I woke today with headache,
and grumbly stomach pains.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Waking Mark I

I woke today in silence
and silence has pursued
no thought to stimulate me
no cognitive template of mood

I sort out thought through tributary
where conscious song resides
and swam in the cerebral abyss
in search of my voluble side

but empty are all chambers
and absent, thought remains
I woke today in silence
and silence is sustained

Saturday, January 06, 2007

I have noticed that my blog site has been more photo than poem of late, infact it's been a bit more arboricultural, and my original intent was to display poems. I have lots of ideas but am having a respite from creating verse so; I am going to refer once again to Mr. John Denver. There is a song of his whose lyrics have been on repeat in my head for a number of days, so I am going to share them.

Today, while the blossom still clings to the vine
Ill taste your strawberries, Ill drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, Today



Rainy Bike Ride

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

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