hidden charity
patient generosity
with time the birds shall sing again
inspired by Nicholas
Poetry?
05 December
trees grow together
such power in a forest
but one can stand alone
inspired by Sabas
04 December
We paint over the faces of our forebears
when their time has been.
Blank wall canvases in the church or beyond the industrial walls
tempt further figures from minds to fingers to eyes.
Do we need to remember so as not to repeat?
I paint to forget.
Inspired by John
03 December
ideas are said to widen minds
winding rivers ever closer to the sea
seething foam now calmed
and, on the shore, unharmed where salt meets sweet,
an unopened bottle of mountain air
Inspired by Francis
02 December
my hands are not skilled in music
my hands are not skilled in prayer
but I have my voice
my voice my words
inspired by Rafał
01 December
the castle walls are covered in sand
all the bones have disappeared
the grass is always greener
inspired by Charles
on edge
on edge
waiting for the call
on razor’s edge
waiting for the second shoe to fall
your closed-eye beauty
your closed-eye beauty
sleepy satisfaction
winter sunlight on your cheek
the sun sets softly
the sun sets softly
a young bird’s feather on the cheek
and the evening breeze rises
I stood on the hill
I stood on the hill and threw darts at the sun;
You arrived in silence.
Your first arrow curved in its flight, hit its mark full in the centre;
You, and the sun, forever.
