http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk Imagine Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:56:16 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en If I could speak, what would I tell you? Should I tell of the seasons                   that have warmed me and cooled me? Should I tell of the storms                   that have ravaged my face? Should I tell of the people                   who wore skins and used flint? Should I tell of the men                   who came on ... http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=17 The Probe Layers fall from walls like sunburnt skin, And as with Man's facades That cannot be maintained, They weep their loss and long neglect. Mosaic shards of sunlight probe the ruin Yet no clues give hint to what has been, And the door that once was locked Perhaps is now become the key? Speculation's fancies reign supreme.  Anno Domini When ... http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=77 Gold of Evening's gleam Smudges soft the sunset clouds, Tempting Night's embrace; Nature's pallet infinite, Blends Earth with deepening Sky. http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=63 See, how side by side, In post-natal symmetry, Mother and child rest. Only for a while, On Nature's pallet they sleep; Their cover, her sky. Too soon, Life stirs them, For with it, the child must walk. See how; side by side. http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=62 Turning away       From tomorrow's unknown,       Nothing safe or solid or set in stone. Turning away       From the paths of today,       Stony ground catching the words Nations say. Turning back       To yesterday's years,       ... To a time when stones couldn't bleed tears. http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=55 Stone ocean! Stone ocean! Tell me who I am for I have no name And I know not from whence I came. Little one, little one; You are called Pebble and I gave you birth; From my depths you came and you centre my Earth. Stone ocean! Stone ocean! Am I alone in your sun-shimmered sound? Why am I here ... http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=53 Looked at for years Yet somehow, never seen; The silent witness to daily life. Its cupboards, shelves and drawers, Unlikely meeting places for Family, friends and government. At once eclectic and global, Yet uniquely personal. Old and new are neighbours Where postcards and letters, Knick-knacks and gifts from abroad, Glass, brass and china, Elastic bands, Bills, string and pens, Mingle with the glazed and ... http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=128 Was this once the breast,      where ached a heart longing      for home and for hearth,      as it lay quickly fading? Did it sense at its last,      that it was in truth, there,      back with mother      who gave it first beat? http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=32 Is this the sibiliant Serpent that slid insidious round the Tree to there bid Eve and Adam eat? And as they fell from heavens grace was it cast down upon this place to repent at length it's Devils deeds in stony perpetuity? http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=29 No artisan crafted me,       No human hand moulded me,             No architect designed me. Of Nature's womb was I born.       By the Elements was I fashioned,             But by some Greater Mind, conceived. http://www.poemspicsandscribbles.co.uk/?p=27