I. Out where the ocean meets the land, the land some dots spread in the sea, remote and distant is the land cut off from where it used to be – The surging tides they push and pull, raise and […]
Insel des Einzelgänger 1.
Monologue: Where I Stand Now. “I walk alone, remember not a time when this was not my lot; I walk alone, my melody the roaring of surrounding sea; I walk alone, my song is this, be left alone my only […]
Insel des Einzelgänger 2.
Inner Monologue: What I’d Have Liked to Say if I Could I. Times Pass Dreamy eyes, lost in the mist of times, where did you go? The moon is out, it’s time to dream but something stopped the flow […]
THE ISLAND 2.
I. They come and go, the waves, they rush to and fro – along the coast there’s caves, some hidden underwater, some high up on the rock – accessible to climbers or to divers, very few accessible to all, the […]
THE ISLAND 3.
The archipelago, dazed in the sun, glazed with the colours of the plants, steam rising from the heated ground, the shoals around the islands turquoise, dark-blue, green, in places can be seen the seafloor vividly, the glossy surface of the […]
Epilogue
After having attempted to write this collection several times and failed, writing an epilogue that should even remotely be able to detail the struggles I went through during the process of creation seems an insurmountable task. I guess it suffices […]
New Poem: I Left My Soul Up On the Beach
I left my soul up on the beach as I dove in the sea of poetry and as it lay there – out of reach – it was grabbed by a wave and returned to the sea And now I […]
All I Left Myself
I distilled my soul into poetry and the pureness of my heart was re-directed entirely into producing art And now when people see me there’s disappointment and scorn since all I left for the world to see is everything that […]
So Tired
I am tired of searching for something I’m not sure to find. I am tired of writing words I’m not sure I even understand. I am tired of editing poems written years ago and try to make amends for visions […]
1: Interior of King John’s Palace at Eltham.
So much is lost, so much forgotten that once was cherished, once was loved. And yet some embers still remain seen by those who still remember.
2: Tom Tower, Christ Church, Oxford.
It overtakes the scene for eyes that aren’t used to see it and blends into the ambience for those who live beside it.
3: Cathedral of Ewenny Glamorganshire.
What was holy is profane, what profound is now in vain; times have changed and much is lost, some is gained but at a cost. Where we worshipped we shall swear, where we cried we’ll no more care; the memories […]
4: Abergavenny Bridge.
Some days I envy the grazing cows. Just think how calm and how content they live without a thought or care? Accept the rain as it may come, enjoy the sun when it returns without a worry as to when […]
5: Saint Gotthard’s Pass.
The darkness and the sunlight. The water in the heat. The steam that reach the skies. The mist that stays beneath. The world and all its cycles. The abyss at my feet. Nature and its miracles; simplicity beneath.
6: Avalanche in Graubünden.
It’s time for nature’s cleaning; a piece of slate now cleared. There’s nothing to be feared it’s just a page that’s turning.
7: Bend of the Lune, with a view towards Hornby Castle.
The feeling, on a summer’s day, to lay and watch the landscape, the mixing smells of flowers and hay – reality’s a great escape.
8: The Outbreak of Vesuv.
There’s beauty in disaster and love can thrive in fear. What once seemed out of order today is what’s remembered and too what has preserved whatever else was there.
9: Melrose Abbey.
A gentle desolation. Remains left up to fate. Light shines through empty windows and silence is the gate. Humility be learned in a place of former glory when you realize, in ruins, the place seems yet more holy.
10: Kilgarren Castle, Pembrokeshire.
To float along the river and fight with oars the tide it was a favourite pastime of mine – at least for a while. But looking up the banks and feel them tower over me has always made me feel […]
11: Odysseus Mocks Polyphem.
Mock nature all you want; it’s not as if it cares. You will be mocked right back when you meddle in its affairs.