I wander my world weaving words into verse plaiting my thoughts into silken skeins of sense rendering images from my mind’s eye to this digital paper perverse perception lending life to poetry lust to hope and love to mon amour the written word.
Only in time with wish fulfilment perchance my dreams will meet my expectations and produce that meisterwerk whose impetus drives me on.
Truth … In wine? Pull the other one. Stick it on me, babe I’ll believe it when I feel it Next you’ll be persuading me Love is blind When everyone knows However fickle It’s in the beholder’s ken The plaything of their whim Their only hope for the future Then You’ll be saying Time flies When we all know It sinks and swims Runs and stutters Can’t make its mind up Whether to be patient Or restive Anxious or unhurried And as for Life being for living Non sequiturs Don’t come better than that Its for laughing For crying But…. Above all it’s for dying For returning to the earth which spawned us For calling time on the pain of living For … And this we must remember … As the old song goes You can’t have one without the other. Sic transit gloria mundi
When Green Hill led to Highcliff Nab Up from Kemplah Fields, Then when all my world was young And all was meant to be, Life was enriched by Nature’s call; The world was one to me.
Now, when old age has taken youth And life resolves in retrospection, Those childhood days become intense, The fount of my reflection.
I feel, I touch, the close-knit turf That dressed the hills I trod. The waves of bracken still haunt my mind As if bespoke of God, And heather, clothing moor and dale, Purpling the timeless scene, Rekindles every hope I have Been granted in the life I’ve seen.