Still deep blue water Embraces me. Still deep blue water Fascinates me. Still deep blue water Captivates me. Still deep blue water Wraps me In a world of simple contentment. Dreams can be held like prized jewels, Affixed in gold, Ripe for careful study: To contemplate, Formulate, Gestate. ...This still deep, blue water
My day Is glorious With apple pie, Fluffy, white clouds A gleam in my eye. My day Is restful, With toast and tea, Calling, young robin A book on my knee. My day Is pale grey, With leftover swede, Heavy, mud footpath, A mind full of need. My day Is wild storms. No desire to [...]
I remember my dad trying to film a passing steam strain. The sound recording ruined by my sister. “Who the bloody hell was that crying?” he said.
Dear Ocean, How much do you like heaving and rolling great waves? What countless dark secrets have you sent to their grave? In grand stormy weather do you like tossing up sticks, While bashing the coastline, is that just done for kicks? Do cray fish tickle as they crawl along? At night are you soothed [...]
Waltzing with wispy, willow trees The bitter east wind does as it please The wilful winter had retuned once more To chill our bones and hearts for sure. The spring has retreated and hid its head Turned on its heels and returned to bed I though you were coming out to play? Of course when [...]