Grasped the Nettle

Laws

The Laws of Nature,

Law of the Land,

Law of the Kingdom,

Law of Man,

Law of Love,

None of hate,

But never forget the law,

Of The Kissing Gate.....

One may pass, two must split,

Dogs might squeeze through, just,

The first goes through, must stop and wait,

For the second to obey, the Kissing Gate......

Flamborough 2013. Yoda came too

A Connection of Sorts.

A connection of sorts,

An idea they had in common,

A fleck of glass in a steel grey eye,

Unreasonable attractions, unexplained.

Caused a tectonic shift,

Yet mountains of laughter, colliding.....

A well of intentioned charade,

But torn and ragged by conscious,

And conscience, and a vow (of) betrayal,

Three kindly souls,

Three hares entwined,

A race to the West, life choices.....

Fierce questioning, incredible misunderstandings,

The source of burning guilts,

And ineffable sad love destruction,

Witness cross examination, but it reveals naught.....

Deep tears.

Leaves broken pieces, salty,

Shards, splinters of hearts and hopes,

Returns, sorrow-drive North,

Dead lover wasteland, questions....

Not dead, sleeping, smouldering guilt,

Lives colliding, just as quick divided,

Three hundred miles, inexpicable,

Waves of gravity, spectrums now, of grief.

Embers flame, refuse extinguishment,

Gordian knots of decisions, and hopes,

Flame, bringing the dancers,

Unfathomable fire-ring survivors.

But, no, 'twas not to be,

Mirage, late night telephone rows,

Thousands of unanswerables, and tears,

Remembered hypocrisies, and loss.

Deep rows, deep tears.

The clearest hind-sighted view that everyone had,

When they wouldn't, or couldn't,

Hear alarmed, veiled golden misty morning, warning,

Gentle advice from good friends.

Leaves the trinity diverse,

Irreparable perhaps, as this chapter ends,

Her choices, and changes, and his,

And, in living, fading memory, imne.

Riddle me this, connection,

Completion, inexplicable destruction,

Part healing, dear, dear feeling,

And, yet, more lessons to forget, forgot.

Memorial.

Forget



Alcohol was “discovered” by accident,

But has dampened our ability to dream,

Dreams show us our subconscious

Our connection to the same farces that

Birds use to migrate,

Fish use the same,

Elephants, Rhinos, Geese,

Swallows, Swifts, Cuckoos......

We still “dream”, but we accidentally focus on a very narrow self-view.

We forget.

We can't “hear” that connection any more.

We forget.

But, we are capable of so much more.

The Ages

Long shadow,

Very long, grey shadows,

Over time-pieces, clocks, sun-dials,

Aspic stuck diaries, old photos,

Folk song memories,

Ha! Forgetful fish.

Memorial stones,

Dusty promises, shelved for

Saccharine playtime.

Old “New Beginnings”

Down the ages, and ginnels,

Dreamt apologies, hypocrisies and snickets,

Interference, tickety-tock alleys and cuts.

Long deceased shadows,

Diseased, infected pendulums,

With fractured laughter,

And coma life. Sorry unwound spring.

 

 

The Law of the Kissing Gate

Constable meadows, an old time scene,

Glowing gold beams through uncut crops,

Hedgerows, a forgotten church,

Gentle, proud bells,

You walk ahead, easy, free and quiet,

My love trails like summer midges,

The fields meet, the paths continue,

But, we must obey,

The Law of “The Kissing Gate”

Before the storm, long heralded, arrives.

 

 

The Other Side of the Black Hole

You came,

A friend, when I needed,

Confidante, confessor,

Ear, heart,

Every body part...in fact....

Lover, whore, mother,

Not maiden, nor crone.

When I needed.

Spiraling galaxies of meaning,

Whorls, cyclones of truth,

No connection, then.....some....

You came, my nemesis,

My hater, my enemy,

When I needed

Someone else to blame.....

So verdant and enigmatic, disappearing whilst so well dressed.............a camouflage that defies human understanding.......

And, a heron catching a trout.....



I am going to stop using my old archive as an excuse for not writing, though to be honest, I have dabbled, and dibbled along the way no matter what, just decided that some of them needed more work, that I really didn't have the head-space for. But, today I start a new "tag" on here; "Contemporary poetry", and this is my first post using it.

There are no real "rules" apart from they are "mine" unless otherwise credited, as the pictures/photos always have been. But, the poems will be ones that I have only just typed up, notwithstanding that that could mean they are 3, 4 or 5 years old, maybe more. I aim to post "new" things though, just because I think I should.

These are all less than 18 months old, and more than that I will not say, adhering to my long held policy of not letting things get too personal, and still the one about "no hidden messages". Given how recent some will be though, some might see more in them, for which I can only apologise, and say that they are "creative interpretations" and "written imaginings" rather than some attempt to tell a "real" story.

That's it.

Happy February 2019.