Stark, naked, the long cold night of winter Draws my will to live in shapes Whose beauty lies in number, Unseen to hands that touch My rough and dusty bark…
Category: #Poetry
Structures of UnfoldingStructures of Unfolding
(📩100 words, a one-minute read) The sky lit bright with promise The dark earth sodden and soft The tree – the form returning life will use to shape itself. Like,
SoddenSodden
Sodden, like a soldier’s backpack hauled across the final freezing mile. The face of one determined To outlive, within an icy smile. A green chord, stroked arpeggio Denied its solemn
“Dancing, double talking…”“Dancing, double talking…”
“Dancing, double-talking…” It’s a line from one of the most powerful songs I’ve ever heard: ‘Innocents’ Song’ by Show of Hands, a west-country folk duo who we have followed for
The surrender of final beautyThe surrender of final beauty
Sometimes, the moment just is … in all its beauty. The leaves, their work done, let go the link to their sustenance and fall through space to an unknown place, where their
What hollow world lies hidden?What hollow world lies hidden?
—-//—- What hollow world lies hidden Within these solid forms, Inviting me with eyes and mind to follow? How would I live as leaf or twig Or fruit as berry:
Beyond the Silver ShoreBeyond the Silver Shore
And will we weep while mammon rages. Beyond that silver shore. Heated words in anguished cages Fading, falling, dew so slow Reflecting endless sea With mind that longs for other
#Phoetry – Being in Sunshine#Phoetry – Being in Sunshine
Soft paw from softer body rises Warm tongue licks away the dust A scrawl of cables underlines the difference Between the self contained- The loving organic And human objects of
The Last FeastThe Last Feast
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One god of twoOne god of two
One god of two, she chooses From the young faces at the bar While he, her husband? To be or not… Long, lean and known to her every wish Smiles
Wander Wood #phoetryWander Wood #phoetry
And is there time in wander wood Or slow, abiding, gentle ‘should’ Without resistance: touch and kiss A reaching for midsummer’s bliss So powerful this May surprise I need not
#Phoetry – Stone Fortress Mind#Phoetry – Stone Fortress Mind
by Steve Tanham Beneath the skies of blue that ache with white-kissed beauty Beside the meadows’ deeper green that brightens every day Beyond the water’s vastness blown by breezes on a
Led by Bent Metal #PhoetryLed by Bent Metal #Phoetry
Voice of war from a wizened tower Orchestrating irony, avoiding boulders An iron stave of howling notes Issues forth. And throws its force of straightening iron, Slick by rocks that
SOFT PALE BLUES IN MACKEREL SKIESSOFT PALE BLUES IN MACKEREL SKIES
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Crank and SpinCrank and Spin
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Reborn in InnocenceReborn in Innocence
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Sartorial dreamsSartorial dreams
I want to be an emo-goth, or something of that ilk And dress in flowing fripperies of velvet, lace and silk. Or dark Victoriana of the Steampunk kind of thing,
The Human Eye In WinterThe Human Eye In Winter
Within the blood of life, the love is colour: The lime-shine kiss of spring’s new fingers The rising sun, the heart of gold The mellow blaze as autumn lingers. And
Only the Eye that SeesOnly the Eye that Sees
—- Without the autumn I could not know the spring. The fulsome green, harmonic To elegance of death by colour, Made crisp by failing light. – Without the winter I
Fast FoodFast Food
* I see you, waiting on the corner of everywhere For opportunity to jump into your pocket Or come to your call like a servant To the raising of your
The dispossessedThe dispossessed
* Where do they go, the faces of youth? The smiles and laughter, The sparkling eyes And witty conversation? They are lost in the silence Of forgotten solitude; Of endless
Nightmare in BeziersNightmare in Beziers
In dream I woke and stood bewitched in Before a door of oak and cedar To hear a voice that played upon A song of keys, part lost, part won
Golden DaffodilGolden Daffodil
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Rivers of the SunRivers of the Sun
And did we dare, upon these rugged Yorkshire hills. To dream we could, then frame in would, then do… Life mirrored in the human word, embracing those who spoke it