Tornado Storm chaser taken unawares, tornado could care less. Twisted heavens, suffer little children to come unto me. Why? Whirlwind force cracks open the graveyard, the earth moves. Muscular vortex imposes strength of will, without thought. Forgive him for he knows not what he’s done. The wind cannot rage, it moves at speed with power. […]
life of fire (a concerto) composition beginning with timidity, a delicate foray into existence, perhaps lingering for fear of the known, the breathless destruction that comes with being fire a confidence is gathering swiftly, with success and orchestral fuel, a collaboration that we know will destroy, but this can be ignored in the harmony of […]
warning the cyclone watches you with a calm eye, enticing movement to the outside, to survey the damage of tempestuous squalling, atmospheric pressure moulding the art of cyclonic breathing, take in the air deep in your lungs, inhale the stillness, the silence and wait, turbulent winds will return in a blink of the eye of […]
resting boot frog sitting peacefully Mum squorks ________________________________________________ Just a bit of Haiku Schmaiku (as Squires used to say) in the Basho tradition If you have a moment pop over to Benedicte’s blog (an artist from Canada) where she has been writing and drawing up a storm (every day). She has done a couple of […]
this is bliss dusky pink fairy floss skies whisper in the ear of the night one moment please _________________________
Yellow is something mellow that gets the yolk, the buttercup duckling wrapped in chubby fingers, cradling, it don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that lemon zing, butter creaming, icing sugar dreaming, sunflower beaming, Coldplay streaming, cows milk churning, cheese wheels turning, banana paddle-popping corner shop-a-stopping, sunbeam slating the unhappiness, deflating, so tie a […]
Room for Sound (a psalm) Whistling airstream whirls through a crack; …..understand the silence of a room not entered. Mute from birth listening to the maelstrom; …..words linger without hope in barren vocal cords. Stillness of meditation creates harmony of thought; …..sound amplified in an empty house is too loud. Listening to bad news on […]
flood of tears searching for dry land loved ones ____________________________________________________________________________
Thunder How I much prefer the slow, rumbling thunder, of a storm that is in no hurry to arrive, that wants to give us fair warning to brace ourselves for the wind and rain that will come our way, much prefer the slow rumble in the distance, angels let loose in the ten-pin bowling alley, […]
distance runner slow down and breathe this life _________________________________________________________________
