Cockletree

Hello tree
For a while it will be me
Who tends and cares
Watches you in wind
In sun and snow
Greets your buds
Adores your bloom
But in a moment
All too soon
While you still sway and stretch and grow
I will go
You will remain
Loving life
Wind, sun and rain and then, again
Someone else may say
Hello

4th May 2013

This Morning

Bridge to another way - protector
Link to a different view - befriender

Gentle judge and honest guide
Rain fell inside the car
Along Queensferry Road
This morning

   

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Part of me will pass with you
It's the strangest feeling
Part of her you'll carry through
It's the strangest feeling

Parts of them will cease to play
Part of you won't stay away

It's the strangest feeling

Gaps you leave
Space you fill
Give and take
The overspill
Osmotic spirits
Merge and mix
Perform impossible
Magic tricks

It's the strangest feeling

Sometimes Sound Stops

Sometimes Sound Stops by Ali Graham Barclay

For a Man, and his Lady

For a man ...

riches, treasures
other points of view
tales of adventures
colourful, true
outraged from Pilton
stakes in the ground
rooted, taller
flowering sound
open house garden
trust of a child
disappointed and broken
angry and wild
precious connection
shared moments in space
in time, interaction
acceptance and peace


... and his Lady

different dimension
valerian steel
truth in perception
proud of what's real
strength of a lion
fierce as a knight
deeply protecting
refusing no fight
towering presence
invisibility shield
place and position
honoured and sealed

Watch

Little bits of you
Left behind
Wrapped around a wrist
Or twisting on a finger
Little bits
That linger

War zone

It’s when the hardness disappears
Stuff is solid when you touch it, but that just feels like a trick
You know you can walk right, fall right, disappear right through it
Schloop – the hole will vanish in an instant

See through

pellicle mirror
connection piece
one to another
life time space

Ten nine eleven

ocean of greys
scarlets
and blues
walking your shores
accepting the hues

Anniversary

Time out
To mark time gone
Gentle rhythm
Over three hundred beats to the bar

Sometimes Sound Stops

Memorise

I miss the moment

unseen traction

seen by all

all seeing unseen

Weekend

Sunday dawning
Conversations
Inside my head

Sunshine yawning
Observations
Push me out of bed

Ignition

Splutter
Stall
Procrastinate

Each today
It's not too late

Your January Burial

Momentum's urgency
brings you and your kin
down the snow road
so slowly.

Sun shines
on black limo and yellow diggers alike
struggling
going nowhere in soft white
so quickly.

Camaraderie falls
from pine trees
as workies, minister, mourners and drivers
pull together flasks of tea and chatter
pushing the muckle black beasts
and tiny tinny two-doors
back up the hill
leaving you behind
so finally.

Edge

falling through time

towards you

probability clue

likely and quickly

fragility

balanced

and true

rice brittle

membrane

stretched

looking firm

each step

current danger

break into

a run

Bodrum

rythm
style
let be
for a while

expunge
explore
express
explode
in time
to the beat
momentum
in mode

rythm
style
let be
for a while

The Big Picture

Heritage

feel my feeling
be my muse
recognise
the dark inside
when boundaries
confuse

Dandelions

found through the webwind

Dance, dither

Turn, tumble

Break, bob

Melt and merge

Something precious

In the mix

How we revolve

Return, converge