Tag Archives: Past

on time

I used to play too
when panelled footballs had laces
goal nets luxury

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n.b. Today I made this clay model of a football I was given one Christmas. It was orange, as this will be painted, when dry. Something for my grandson?

CLP 20/7/2022

on light

memory dream moon
time circuit repetition
reflection of love

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CLP 16/02/2022

On Memory

cycles of the Moon

cast silver upon our path

trace our parting steps

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CLP 11/07/2021

On Dreams xxi

recognisable

strangely unfamiliar

back to beginning

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CLP 27/05/2021

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.

~

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

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

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