Tuesday 13 July 2010

2010-07-14 gogyohka




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I painted
a flower
and
a butterfly
landed on it

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life
is
a mirror image
nothing
substantial

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arching
deep purple
buddleia
a rainbow
of butterflies

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the guest
worthy
to be here
it is
you

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graced
the room
with her presence
peacock butterfly
fluttered in front of mirror

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there
is
no failure
just steps
on the journey

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a
quiet
moment
of
stillness

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not doing
is
doing
it is
letting go

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it
becomes
real
only when
you've experienced it

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old bookshop
without
obligatory
resident
cat

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my books in piles
and not returned
to the shelves
on my bookshelves
now a clutter of spiders

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the cats
demented
at scratching inside settee
a mischief
of mice

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things
are
because
they have
to be

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cat looks at me
from
inside tumble drier (door was open!)
then
he goes back to sleep

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I walked off
the
edge of the world
freefall
into dreams

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her imagination
kindled by
grandad's exciting stories
whilst an intrigue of kittens
played at her feet

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weary
clouded eyes
of adulthood
watched
the bright eyed child at play

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child looked
at adults
arguing
and
she told them to grow up

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child took
little brother
into garden
and tied rope across garden
to protect them both

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child held grandad's hand
watching raised soil tunnels
of a movement of moles
out of the sandy soil
heads popped out

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a sleeping baby
frowning, dreaming, smiling
practising
all
her expressions

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babbling to her toes
she grabs them
sucks them
then
baby sleeps contentedly

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a china doll
on
the shelf
little tin soldier
hopelessly in love

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on a hoopla stall
at a fairground long ago
child won a goldfish
carried it so carefully
all the way home

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the child
far away
in the garden at her play
she
does not hear you

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fragments
of the past
made the child all she was
and
still is today

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child
read the novels
in her mind
she sought
different lives

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things in one place
when they're meant to be
in another
mischief
at play

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the
child
sees with
wise
eyes

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child's
spirit
flew in feathers
and
still flies now

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child
let go of brake
of dad's old black austin seven
out of rear window
she watched dad running after car

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her
ears
were wings
she
flew

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opening
the
door
she
let the future in

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child
kept her treasures
pebbles, feathers, spent matches
in old
golden virginnia tobacco tin

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three naughty children
ran through the house hiding stuff
ghostly forms vanished

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an empty room
filled with laughter
three ghost children
then they
slowly fade away

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old mask
hiding
the face
watching
waiting

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glove puppets
unexpectedly springing up
from down below
depths
of unconscious mind

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beasts
lurk
in
the forests
of the mind

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I go to bed
to sleep
but sleep eludes
and wanders
somewhere else

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wondering
searching
in house
with white rooms and stairs
waiting

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there
is
no whole
only
fragments reassembled


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gracefully
gliding
through the still calm lake
a
ballet of swans

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marionettes
creatures of the air
dancing and swirling
their feet
barely touching the ground

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dancing
in
the wind
she
refused broken dreams

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child
didn't think
in words
she thought
in pictures

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the pixie ornament
at the front door
had a bow and arrow
stood perfectly still
when any human moved

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told
of the old times
when he carried runestones between worlds
a story telling
of crows

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a few steps
backwards
to find
inner peace
within

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white unicorn
leaps off story book picture
on to white page
and
wanders unseen

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an enchantment
of nightingales'
melodious song
awoke
a fantasy of unicorns

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your heart
knows
even
though
no-one sees

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shadows
flickering
writhing
the gargoyles
waiting to be freed

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causing havoc
eating wood furniture
in my landlady's house
a pandemonium
of parrots

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she
hadn't known
what to do
so she dumped the past
in a service station litter bin

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heavy
velvet curtains
always half drawn
paintings and tapestries
shrouded in cold semi-darkness

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old
photograph
fading
but
gentle smile still there

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she looked
at
the postmark
and
the words in the letter as they were then

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watched her sleeping
knew
he had to bid farewell
when she awoke
a letter signed "Prince"

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the impulse
to ask
a question
when I know
I should not

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the
truth
depends
on who
is doing the telling

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unfolded slowly
old
brown crumbling newspaper
read the item
ringed with faded pencil

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the past
left behind
with all linked associations
the piece of paper
blank

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match flame
burns out too fast
leaving candle unlit
time
out of alignment

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frog's pet peeve
was the lady kept gardening
disturbing his meditations
so he stole key to tool shed
dropped it in deep pond

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the frog
watched
the purple evening sky
he
croaked

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in the sky
seven colours
arched,
a
rainbow

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when
my soul
was dark
there
was a flash of light

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clouds
are seen
but for a moment
then leave
without trace

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the smiling morning
her rosy fingers
reaching
pushing night
away

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frozen empty head
fingertips looked
for myself
the footprints
not mine

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rose briar's shadows
twist
then merge
morph into
fighter aeroplanes

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preyed
on
her mind
and
wouldn't go away

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black spiders scuttling
on ceiling
walls and floor
then
no spiders at all

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insect
intent
on stinging
yellow and black
motorcycle and rider

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in
dark archives
of the mind
some
gaudy trinkets

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options
for
my dreams
some
check boxes

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pencils
meticulously sharpened
slowly and deliberately to a long fine point
penknife
snapped shut

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perfectly still
my body
does not exist
only my head
is thinking and creating

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wandering
through fields of massive windmills
a wind farm
I can't help thinking
of Don Quixote

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uneven
patchwork quilt
of different ageing greys
an old tarmac
single track road

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as soon as doubt entered my mind
I was on the right road
birds appeared suddenly
they dipped and dived
and led the way

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climbed and climbed
single track road
no passing places
suddenly
a vastness appeared below

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exquisite
purple bluebells
shading
under
larch's tender green leaves

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mountain garden
full of heavenly scents
clouds passing through
occasional droplets of rain
so close to heaven

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sit on tree trunk
sun breaks through clouds
showering me with warm rays
raindrops
patter gently on my face

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cherry blossom
petals falling
wafting all around
like
blessings from heaven

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yellow poppies
turning
their heads
to see
gentle misty sun

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the wind
persuading cherry tree
to part with her pink blossoms
another gust of wind
sends petals scurrying across the grass

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roses
cascading pink petals
into her heart
infusing
tenderness and love

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a
sea
of powder blue
forget-me-nots
on top of a mountain

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the pathless wood
the fallen leaves
crunching underfoot
all returned
to source

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fir trees
dark beneath
their tips so high
they reach
heaven's light sky

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their singing
rose higher
and higher
an ascension
of larks

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in the field
the crows'
parliament's decision
death
a murder of crows

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she walked by herself
into an unused derelict
railway tunnel
many eyes watched her
a cloud of bats took flight


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in their race
to be first
at the rescue
the blaze of dragons
set fire to the countryside

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sunset
slowly
sinking
into
peach satin bedsheets

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the ghost wind
creeping
round the gravestones
searching
for her name

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lying
in the path
like old rope
a
knot of snakes

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bracken
the
colour
of
foxes


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following
their mother
as fast as their little legs would allow them
a
paddling of ducks

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in the woods
under the leaves
the creep of tortoises
advanced
without being seen

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the forest trees
gently reverberated
with the snoring
of
the wisdom of owls

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careless tread
leaves footprints
everywhere
yet
Imprint of kindness is rarely seen

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lapwing dived and wheeled, rose and plunged
among the guests
who were all highly entertained
not realising
a desperate mother was trying to protect her nest

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old paintings
of
stags on highland moors
listening
watching and waiting

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old
beautiful apple orchard
now neglected
gnarled
lichen covered trees

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child
borrowed
grandma's tea tray
she slid
down grassy slopes gleefully

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behind loose stone
in old mossy well
in apple orchard
the child
hid her treasures

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child
gathered
the fern seeds
knew
they made her invisible

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in grandma's cellars
damp and mossy
with tiny ferns growing
last year's pig hangs
its side green

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footprints
wearing down
the ancient wayside path
through
all the seasons

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misty morning
many shades
of grey
softly
blending

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the sun
rose over
deep brooding silence;
the
redened land

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vivid orange-yellow
autumn coloured path
straight ahead
as far as eye can see
then all is white

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pebble
thrown in lake
ripples spreading outwards
spreading
a long way

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on the rowan tree
two blackbirds
communicating
by song
and dance

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sky
even greyness
a monotone
soft flush of dawn
begins on horizon

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the child
always stared
into the still dark water
on
midsummer's day and watched

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a
shadow
striding confidently
in
the
light

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many winding tracks
but
doorway in hill
not
reached by any

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her
heart
slowly died
the child
whose grave lay nowhere

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dog
runs through
long grass
many
corn circles

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waiting at traffic lights
I see blackbird
tugging hard at a worm
lights change to green
I go, bird gets worm

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buddha
sits
facing
a row of
dandelion clocks

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he looked around
saw he was lonely
so took some clay
moulded it
and breathed life into it

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walking
the path
with you
the
stranger

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dolphin
swimming
in a
sea
of blue

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land cries out in pain
poisoned
by pesticides
sea
slowly dies

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three paths
to choose from
two lead to the dark
the third leads to light
and a cliff top

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the sea
returned
the child
one day
it would whisper her name

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she
wanted
more time
the sea
gave her answer

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water's reflection
perfectly
mirrored
the wind
holds her breath

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a cast of crabs
sidled
along the sea shore
made play
for her toes


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along
water's edge
reflected lights
twinkle
mysteriously

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glancing back
she took one last look
dived in green-blue sea
a tail flicked
footprints in sand

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amidst
the oil spill
the shiver of sharks
grew cold
and slowly died

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at full moon
over the still silent water
dark shadows lay beneath
the wreck of sea birds
echoing the dead sailors' cries

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