Autumn
A time, I knew death; and birth.
With belief I will be
an Autumn leaf
looking for Spring.
Winter is not the season
for foolish gravediggers
who await the journey to warmth.
Saturday 3rd October 2015 1:13 pm
Heol y Cyw
Heol y Cyw
Sunday 9th August 2015 3:58 pm
Frame of Words
'I love you,' he said.
'No, you don't.'
'In my poems. You can find my love for you.’
'Love of words.
You live in a box
Rearranging alphabet
Into order
That only you control.'
Like a jazz musician
Finding different improvised
Melodies
Running in parallel lines
With a wayward bounce
The listener pretends
To understand
So the artist draws lines
Creating as if a God.
Man and Wom...
Sunday 22nd June 2014 12:17 pm
The Sound of Photographs
The sound of photographs
Look
clever prints
flat on the wall
door
radiator
figoor
Caught
in fast isolation
blurred
against
a clear white wall
photograph hangs
too small to see
while the words
hang
like electricity
tempting us to touch
we smell
we taste
we see
see?
Listen
To what Laurent wants us to see
Or is this only
a bourgeois place to be
on a c...
Saturday 7th June 2014 9:40 pm
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