Monday, February 26, 2007

Friday, February 23, 2007

Fingers skipped through octaves in tandem
creating aural composite form
a voice to convey her sombre inflection
a cry from a vessel bewildered by storm

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Friday, February 16, 2007

Within A Perfect Moment

Within a perfect moment
I hold your image dear

Awash in floral glory
tracing scent across the air

Your upturned face aglow;
favoured by the sun

A glimpse of instinct holstered
from a wild thing born to run

Within this perfect moment
I hold your image dear

Once privileged to witness,
now grieved that you’re not here


Thursday, February 15, 2007

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Wild is the Wind - David Bowie

Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind,
and wild is the wind, wild is the wind

Give me more than one caress,
satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me,
all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind,
wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me,
all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind,
and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind...

David Bowie
Happy Valentines Day



Friday, February 09, 2007

Blog

A place to air expression, a platform to articulate,
a vent for my frustration, a means to abate,
an arbiter of conflict, a scale to quantify,
a conduit for vision, a witness to my time,
a passion and obsession, a course that lets me be,
a donor to creation a blog signifying me.
Longing to Fly

Like a bird I reach for thermals beyond my current flight
to give me lift, to ease this struggle, to offer respite
I flex muscle and extend my wing span feeling for the pressure
that will take me onward to a place of peace where I may leisure

Down here at this level we learn to buffer the daily storm
reactive in our growth for this combat is our norm
and yet to withstand this tempest indefinitely
will surely be my down fall, will surely ruin me


Thursday, February 08, 2007

Our House

With dawns emergence morning penetrates
Through every portal in your shell that shields and dominates

The early light kindles an inner glow
Accentuating arms encircling us in brick and stone

Throughout the suns trajectory you boast
A view port framing season from the aspect favoured most

Through century your foundations endure
A feature prominent in scape, weathered and matured

Now within your frame we reside
Free to feel and be and dream, our safe place where we hide

And when all eyes close upon the world
We treasure this your shelter, snug in your stature furled
A Village at Play.

Image Credit - Anna Cattermole Pheonix Trading

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

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