Poetry Blogs (2010, dreams)
When you wake up right in the middle of a cold cold night
and there's no such a thing as a warm blue light
with hardly anyone around
yet you're still loved
it really seems
your life is made of dreams
we breathe, neither awake nor asleep
our world falling apart, yet there's football on TV
with all there is to come - just how shall an...
Sunday 5th December 2010 11:51 am
Thoughts are passing
through doors and gates
To parallel worlds,
with alternative fates.
A lucid dream,
a psychedelic trace.
An open landscape,
or a crowded place.
Pools of water,
dive in take a look.
A different way to travel,
like a wardrobe in a book.
Are we on the way there?
are we on the right track?
Or falling through a hole,
Tuesday 30th November 2010 2:55 pm
Bobbing in moonlight, pleasured by waves;
journeying through swell, under stars;
buffeted by wildness, first murmur, then roar;
smacked against rocks, the foam and the crack
Coasting on rollers, taken for a ride;
immersion, hope, exhilaration, surprise;
borne along on billows, swept up by joy;
directed where the tide decides
Chill dawn emerging,...
Thursday 19th August 2010 9:44 am