Monthly Archives: June 2014

Endeavoured

We are …. each one of us but a moment in time merely a breeze with a fading residue an afternoon one glorious summer our scent briefly lingers our time expressed in a minute, an hour through day and night … Continue reading

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Too Early…..

I woke too early this morning too early for work too late for dreams I saw the morning light pressed against the blind eager to get in its fingers peeping through the side slits I thought…. about the currency  of … Continue reading

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Swans on the Green

they gather together graciously accepting handouts….. parents and cygnets on a patch of green in St. Stephen’s Green in a corner of the lake with a private slipway in times of need…. white upon green wings against the sky turning … Continue reading

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Context

humanity needs context names and addresses ….facts please! yet, nature has no names or labels indiscriminate…. just the power to heal   Thatcher Doran

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Change

The alchemes of life is the turning of knowledge into wisdom…..   Thatcher Doran

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Weighed and Measured

integrity is measured by what one may lose rather than by what one may gain   Thatcher Doran    

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A Bleeding

for some peculiar reason after tea and cake perhaps a notion? delicate after ink has stained an innocent page words arranged to plain…. the turmoil of a heart a bleeding I am overcome by weeping   Thatcher  Doran

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Consistancy

nature’s indifference is at least organic humanity’s struggle….constant ego and vanity remain unchanged….. just shades and variants   Thatcher Doran

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Now They Sleep

Silence they sleep before time they came fire and rock red and yellow rivers of molt under skies of ash they roared but now they’re green Now they sleep   Thatcher Doran

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