Monthly Archives: August 2013

In the Sculpture of Rocks

under the mid-day sun wrapped in the salt sea air foot marks on damp deserted sands inclined shapes look from a distance intriguing a gathering of a sort following a feminine form a sensual flow the warmth of a woman … Continue reading

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Slow the Moment

a power blue sky filters through the roaming sandbank of gray cloud rain is expected…. a train is travelling through a time tunnel this sky I have seen before years before now people flash before my eyes but most are … Continue reading

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Shades of Veneer

rain has penetrated reflections from the pavement clothes now stuck to skin summer showers too wet waiting for a train everything now running after a timetable a pause for readjustment but it’s too late waiting is still waiting except…. the … Continue reading

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Shakespeare Knew!

truth as a permanent shadow that, which cannot be held and seldom understood but Shakespeare knew!   by ¬†Paolo Michell

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Something Clandestine

in one of many passing moments not tied by Time nor induced by penury corruption there is both air and space to think to wonder about the paradox of near missed realities the pixels of perception a camera out of … Continue reading

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The Black Pool

a stone’s throw from Wood Quay is Temple Bar its streets are laid in cobble but not quite medieval in the town of Joyce and Behan their words still echo though today in fewer bookshops a louder sound echoes in … Continue reading

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Today, my eyes are red

today by misreading words by misinterpretation my heart walks a melancholy way love can still be a mystery-it seems causing pins and needles an aching pain causing tears to quietly escape yet it makes one feel alive that one cares … Continue reading

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Orange!

life is like an Orange childhood is the peel turning green to yellow finally to radiant orange rich and ripe a perfect lustre until the years remove the skin childhood gone! naked and exposed ready to be sliced segmented until … Continue reading

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No….

Time is the void No birth No death No….   By ¬†Paolo Michell

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A Promising Imprint

words gather on a page in form or flow like birds in flight a space, a mood an indication of emotion expressing joy certainly pain blotting paper of the soul a fading residue a promising imprint who knows? time will … Continue reading

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