suddenly
a bed of crocuses
purple, like a bruise
Photo crocus on black by Swiv
http://www.flickr.com/photos/swiv/421250906/
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Crocuses
suddenly
a bed of crocuses
purple, like a bruise
Photo crocus on black by Swiv
http://www.flickr.com/photos/swiv/421250906/
Monday, February 16, 2009
Dehydration
“There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain…”
T S Eliot
Unexpectedly
a pressure in my head
that grows to a dull prolonged thud
that settles over my eyes
into a strong persistent drone.
Sometimes I’d wake suddenly
in the middle of the night
uncomfortably hot,
a gnawing anxiety
lying heavy on my stomach.
And the unread books
on our shelves accusing me.
I used to forget about water.
And sometimes now
I forget about silence.
My parched mind
in a desert of noise,
and crowded faces looming
out of the anvil glare of the sun.
Sometimes I yearn for disconnection.
© David Loffman
16 February 2009
But dry sterile thunder without rain…”
T S Eliot
Unexpectedly
a pressure in my head
that grows to a dull prolonged thud
that settles over my eyes
into a strong persistent drone.
Sometimes I’d wake suddenly
in the middle of the night
uncomfortably hot,
a gnawing anxiety
lying heavy on my stomach.
And the unread books
on our shelves accusing me.
I used to forget about water.
And sometimes now
I forget about silence.
My parched mind
in a desert of noise,
and crowded faces looming
out of the anvil glare of the sun.
Sometimes I yearn for disconnection.
© David Loffman
16 February 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Snow Melting
All across the Old Deer Park
in the grey dawn light
the scattered remains of snowmen
loom out of the frozen mist
like the ancient ruins
of a Megalithic temple.
Photograph Snow Melting by Michele Morgan
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dragonclouds/3255524246/
