A little poem and a little visual. Today’s musing… Film clips from Ghana and Morocco, 2017 and 2018 respectively. Words from my mind, circa 2011. Jx *** all inquiries: diary.aesthete@yahoo.co.uk ***
Tag: Poetry
In the Light of Brussels
“…Then with nothing at all, But the little we are, We’ll have conquered all time; All space, the sun, and the stars.” – Jacques Brel Take yourself on a journey through the centre of Europe, the heart of Belgium; to Brussels – a city of no fuss, no pretense – just a mirror; a canvas to arrange the colours of […]
Touching Skies – A Season in Europe
I have had a season full of love and beauty. So blessed. How thankful I am! These last three months in Europe have been a blessing, truly – time spent around grand architecture, in medieval towns, with dear old pals, precious family, breathing clean air in the mountains, feeling the creative waters flowing, connecting with […]
La Laguna – Venezia – A Poem
Old stone, flat and cold, Solid as steel beneath my feet. Jesolo. Concrete miles line this beachy isle That sits, shallow – across the sea. La laguna. I reach the shore and can feel her: A siren call. That sacred hive over yonder, Where glass and sky and mist All rise – to crown the […]
The Light of Song – A Poem
I see the light of song, So I’ll break this night And lose my clothes ‘n’ all. Won’t bite the apple, Because I can be strong, But I’d take your pride And I’d take your eyes and all. I see the light of song. Happiness will come to all. If you just let go Your […]
Immaculate Birth – A Poem
Immaculate Birth Our souls embrace, Though still we lay, Our arms apart Though face to face. Your breath – my air, My name in your book, I open, await For the returning look. Two pieces – puzzled, One womb – two twins You turn, I struggled, Our growth begins. Two forms, entwined. One heart, two […]
A City Lies – A Poem
Black crows sail the purple sky. Clouded mass of scattered black, Circling round and plummeting down like Shooting stars – burnt out; ash. But see them rise again; bolting back, Like acrobats from distant Mars. Look at how they steal this night, winged as bats; And skilled as the throat of the messenger lark. The […]
