Tag Archives: modernity

Blue…Solid

Waiting at the station Early morning sky is Blue…solid But gentle on eyes…still tired A sandstone wall sits Capped with galvanised Rods Standing to attention Saluting a new day A performance yet to come Modernity as a play The actors … Continue reading

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Spin and Spun

Yesterday and today I watched the cycle Resume The speed of modernity Seems almost…breathless Reduces the circle Solidifies perspective Until…there’s none But the cycle continues… With minds and hearts Infected Merely collateral The never-ending spin The lies that are spun … Continue reading

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It Howls…

In a field of green Two cars sit The rain has painted Brown The air will change To shades of red It howls… A silent shout A picture …not quite! An installation… Modernity… found out… Society framed In green and … Continue reading

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Inkless Print

at times I am overwhelmed by the echoes of forgotten lives the narrative of lost shadows words that lie silent in dusted books ridiculed in inkless print by eyes that cannot see by hearts…cold by time and distance the gap…the … Continue reading

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Woven Like a Fabric

approaching winter awakens my focus on yesteryear perhaps the notion of life, society and the eternal circle though modernity is still an infant struggling to be ever new confident, even arrogant each day must be different manipulated where necessary yet … 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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What People Say

forget the past…. a bucket made of holes or is that life? both I suppose what is the past? a mixture of memory and experience it would appear with built-in obsolescence sometimes observation can be shortsighted you see what you … Continue reading

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