recognisable
strangely unfamiliar
back to beginning
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CLP 27/05/2021
Tag Archives: Future
On Dreams vi
solid as Scotch mist
with fragility of glass
precious compass point
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CLP 08/05/2021
On Water xiii
a pause to reflect
it was here that fate pushed me
I’d to cross a bridge
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n.b. Time and tide and all that. Choices, decisions, life goes on.
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CLP 23/04/2021
L3 (Day 54): In The Cold
The shift from yesterday’s promising warmth of sunshine to this fog threatening existence was brutal. No wind as such, but bitter cold, bitter.
The numbering of days in this lockdown is moving on so fast. Best not to look back to what has been left behind, or left undone, but to look ahead, to plot a course. Heaven’s light our guide.
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CLP 01/03/2021
On Understanding
What relief there is
to know our confusion’s past.
For that I’m grateful.
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n.b. In a complex world, establishing a little bit of peace, love and understanding is always a good thing, however long it takes to get there.
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CLP 21/02/2021
L3 (Day 43): Carrow Hill
Here’s white light, no heat
Heaven’s lights will shine bright tonight
In this brilliant galaxy
how will you hear
the star that calls to you?
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CLP 18/02/2021
On Mercury
Retrograde movement
an optical illusion
Orpheus, don’t look!
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n.b. Apparently there is a bit of thing when Mercury is backsliding for nostalgia. Being grateful for the good things is one thing, wallowing in the past – meh.
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CLP 17/02/2021
C3 (Day 42): Lent
Who was it that had
my copy of The Football
Grounds of Great Britain?
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n.b. I cannot imagine I ever let anyone borrow that from me, but no sign of my copy of the classic text by Simon Inglis and I would never have knowingly given it away. The Football Grounds of Europe is still with me, so maybe this is telling me something about my future?
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CLP 17/02/2021
L3: Day 29 On The Bridge
I was walking back from the shop, carrying a paper bag of groceries in my arms when I reached the bridge. I have been here before, but not like this. There has usually been some kind of run up, run out, or just gradually being run down. Not this time. I just thought, from nowhere really, “I could just step over the barrier.”
I surprised myself at the sudden appearance of the idea. I recognised this as ideation and important to acknowledge. I need to speak to someone. Then it came on me again, echoed in my limbs, was more familiar, less frightening. I thought of my sons and grandchildren, my family.
I walked back to my apartment. Unpacked my groceries. Went to an online business meeting. Afterwards I made a phone call and asked if the kettle was on. It was, of course. The kettle is always on somewhere.
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CLP 03/02/2021
On the Stage
Curtain separates
Players from keen audience
Fire exits are lit
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No dress rehearsal
We act out our own futures
Influence endings
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Endless monologue
Echoes through empty hallways
Off un-pictured walls
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Dialogue of birds
Settles in heat of high noon
Marks out the day
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Epilogue pays out
Finite line too quickly unspools
We empty-handed
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CLP 02/07/2020
