Changeable

Two days of the heat
Is enough to remind us
Why we don't like it

27/7/11

The waters of Lethe

Grasshoppers kvetching
River runs slow and clear
Casts a drowsy spell


26/7/11

Still got it

A shop girl looks up
Steadily she meets my gaze
Then smiles a welcome


26/7/11

Gifts

The Prodigal Son
All callow thoughtlessness
Outshone his brother

Unfair or unwise
To favour the miscreant
Yet it's instinctive

We value others
For the love that we give them
Not the love returned


25/7/11

Distance

Retreating ridgelines,
Increasingly hazy, fade
Into the dusk sky

20/7/11

The parable of twilight

Midges cloud the air,

Their frantic activity

Getting them nowhere

30/6/11

Retreat

In the chapel there

Is respite: the still centre

Of the turning world

I may not believe

In God but I still can seek

The gift of His grace

All will be well, and

All will be well; all manner

Of things will be well

Just routine

We think that we have

Habits; actually habits

Have us, usually

30/6/11

Intimacy

Outside darkness falls;

We talk softly of moments

Of intense feeling

30/6/11

Summer fruit

Beneath the branches
The sheep lie in the shadow
Like windfall apples


18/6/11

Saturday morning coffee

Nutty scent of grounds
The swirling of hot water
Taste of luxury

After hours

On the graveyard shift
The shadows are haunted by
The skeleton crew


22/12/10

Self portrait

"I am a camera with its shutter open, quite impassive, recording, not thinking."
Christopher Isherwood, Goodbye to Berlin

Self timer set:
Snapshots are my journals
Proof of life

I am a viewpoint,
A moving image stream,
A series of tableaux

My memory is full
Battery low
Too dark
Poor image
Delete


 1/11/10

Old HTML
Coders never die: they just
Degrade gracefully




27/10/10

Memento Mori

Dense blackness yields
To a chill grey dawn
Clammy air sticks
To my skin

Dread stalks me
Death marks out its targets
Nearing with each step

Soon enough, it will strike
To my very heart.
Much better to face
The threat myself
Than watch helpless
As it takes those I love

The terrible calculus
Of such balancing
Sours the soul
But denial is vain evasion

The memory of yesterday's
Crisp sunshine seems
An age away
A paradise
Before the Fall


26/10/10