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Friday 29 March 2024

Torn, Twisted, Love’s Blind She Whispered

Spanish, Spanish dancer

Just by chance, bring romance her way


Cuban heels, belt studded with steel

Just a dancer, bring a chance her way


She packed her case in isolation

Insincere, her lines of desertion

Her package of devastation


It could have been the castanets

It could have been the Sangria


Cuban heels, he’d made her feel

Her troubadour of real surreal steal


She wiped a tear

Folded her cotton handkerchief just so

She was torn, though she had to go


It could have been anytime

It just happened to be that summer


Belt of steel

Alive to feel


Whispered silver clouds above her

Blind to recover

For her Andalusian lover



Thursday 28 March 2024

Proclaim

Now my friend

Ob la di, ob la da

My friend we will be together at the end


Sunny Sunday morning, the sower reaps

Spring dawns across his meadow 

Around the world a mother sleeps


The sunlight catches the variegated ivy leaf

The reflected, crackled, puzzled pattern

At least two sides to a life, my liege


Now my friend

Now my friend

My friend we will be together at the end


Past patches of frost covered snowdrops

Climbing around the growers greens

Around the world a lover weeps


But they are tears of joy

Tears with smiles as big as rainbows

At least five lives in each life he breathes


Ob la di, ob la da

Could go on forever, could go on so far

So far as love would let me be, be my friend


Sunny Sunday morning, way above the bay

One raft for forgiveness, one raft for escape

One raft for sharing, one raft for you my friend


By the lych-gate the parson is out calling

Calling all before, “the spring it is arriving

But I’ll go bless my own sweet lord, ob la di


From leaf remember lichen, fore or aft who knows

Clinging, thriving, imbibing on nothing more

Than life itself


Some sunny Sunday morning

Sprinkle dewdrops

Dewdrops at the shore


Around the world, across a continent or more

Enigma’s engulf the ebb, the flow

Enriched in deepest dream-space


Lovers in love with life

Understanding if not knowing

Not yet knowing all the score


Now my friend

This is no incantation

No medieval or Gregorian chant


My friend

This is love for you

My friend on to the end


Then how can we all proclaim this

How, my liege my leaf

How can we share this gentle awakening


How may we release unbounded joy

My friend we can go singing

Go on singing, ob la di, ob la da





Thanks to The Beatles White Album

Also to the Sacred Souls of Vermont



Wednesday 27 March 2024

Rill, Rivulet

Taw head

River Erme


Cascades of a ritual, sacrificial passage

Swirling ponds of cold water, cold as ice

River, rill, rivulet

Cascade of a ritual

Sacrificial

Passage


Streams of consciousness

Trout, stickleback

Splash about

Games, games

By the rivers, by the streams

Streams of consciousness



Tuesday 26 March 2024

Old And Cold

I want to hold your hand

I so so want

To hold

Hold somebody’s

Anybody’s hand


I am growing old

Without love my hands are cold


I want to hold your hand

I so so want

To hold

Hold somebody’s

Anybody’s hand



Monday 25 March 2024

I Sit Inside The Christian Fellowship Coffee Shop

I sit inside the Christian fellowship coffee shop

Amongst a melodramatic search for reason

Day dreams of retreat

Into sublime silent solitude


Sparrow crumbs of memories

In flight across my mind


I actually sit

Astride the easy rider metro double decker bus

Visualising heathers of golden crimson

That one day we may walk among together