the book of times
observe
how quiet the dust is
settling light
a prodigal thought demands
the vellum of the fatted calf
to bind yon book of parables
leaves rolling upon stoney ground
or waiting upon these ebony shelves
bending reads in the winnowing of time
a long sigh at the end of a finger
pointing at the inner sanctums
that books hold dear
so quietly is a quietly finger
running down the faded golden spine
of a book of all our times
locked by a grasped clasp
AI Man
Iron Man an update of an old poem
AI
the arrival of the iron man
AI
they’ve brought in an iron man
that’s what dad heard the old men say
when he was a child
taking the bread and dripping down
to his grandpa in the tin works
it took two men to throw the tin sheet
over the rollers and the hammers
AI
but now the rat science has sneaked in
and bitten off one of the men at the
knees that poked through the dungarees
and brought those knees to unexpected prayers
and angry tears that would never roll further
than the dust
no further than over the doorstep
no further than a slump into the fireside chair
the shift hooters laughing from the vault doors
of the iron master's ruddy cheeks brandied
and bred in the west side’s sweet sea air
fed by the sweat in the smoking man hours
whose only collegiate clubs were the pub
the pigeons and lurchers and back gate philosophies
of the futility of hope
the iron will being annealed in those very tears
quenched in the damp graveside nodding at
another life run its short span
buried in the drab sarcophagus of the village
pinnies and scarves and shinning doorsteps
of pride and injustice polished to a sheen that
history would reflect down the ages of oppression
and pride at what muscles and mind can sustain
through human resolve and the restitution of time
AI memorial
Just had a buffet with the Gower Walking Festival people at the coffee shop and restaurant Three Cliffs and the food was superb!! Highly recommend.
jennifer diamond
beyond the giant boundary of my tiny world jennifer diamond took me by the hand up the steps towards the slag tips to see the pool that a thrown shard of slag could turn into a splash ~ the ripples are still spreading 75 years later~ long after jennifer had died and left me alone with this sharp stone
an exhibit at an exhibition
there attendant is
an exhibit that moves
occasionally
from one gallery to another
it’s a long word
sometimes he needs help
with the double doors
a thousand words?
a photograph as an image
is a collage of thoughts
rolling like leaves under a waterfall
first this one on top then another
merging in the shadows of depth
words
become river banks
become
rocks that the water falls over
as the river runs away with a thought
of words describing words as
dogs running along the bank
barking at the leaf boats
going over the falls
take courage stare crazy
reading the image through a magnifier
at the wrong end of a binocular
still now ~ smile ~ steady ~~ steady!
CLICK
there you are
laundry womb
the washing machine
its innards gurgling
the room becomes a womb
then all at once
everything starts spinning
and thump jumping
as the waters break
through the bent tube
i make my move
