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I touched the sky and found it haunted
A million souls held my hand
My mind raced through their lifetimes
The sad, the lonely, stuck between worlds
The minds of great philosophers
When I retract my hand
Will my mind retain their thoughts?
There is one above all that haunts me
Da Vinci, pleading for more life
I have more to give
His words echo in my heart
I wanted to tell him that life
Is right there waiting
to bite you in the arse
Like a junk yard dog…
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Paula Cobleigh Photography 2010
The darkest hour is just before dawn
Your life, a lonely empty shell
Where ghosts dance
in the corner of your mind
You wake to the same old scar
That itches with the onset of rain
Your face in the mirror
Telling you your life is a sham
You dream of floating
two inches above the ocean waves
sea spray hitting your chest
a feeling of darts piercing your skin
you run from the call inside your head
an old memory that will not fade
you fit neatly inside
a shell of your own making
memories choke tears from your eyes
you wrap your face in a living sheet
to hide from the dark hours
believing there is no way
to lift your dying spirit…
Clouds shift
Changing snow peaked mountains
Into old gargoyle faces
Moving slowly above us, silent
Mostly unnoticed
What hides behind the gathered?
Roman shield of white warriors?
Their course undetermined
Their form ever changing
They pass like shy blooms
Of Spring daisies
Light and shadow
Moving as one unrooted entity
Men working the fertile fields below
Their backs burn under the mid-day sun
No olive branch offering shade
They toil on, waiting for the Spring rains…
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Magic comes in unexpected moments
Patiently waiting to blow your mind
With wonder, the beauty of lightning
Striking beside a rainbow
Two great luminaries appearing together
Was it planned by Nature, or magic?
waiting behind the scenes, giving pleasure
to those lucky enough to see it
The timing of such an event must be astronomical
I would place such a happening alongside
the seven wonders of the world
An unexpected gift from the Universe…
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Anita saw this image and promptly came up with a poem to go with it…
Soapy bubbles, rainbows made
By tiny wizard on water’s edge
Reflected time within the spheres
With village green
a lighthouse towers
to guide the way
People yet he must find
A string of pearls lies in his wake
Each shining soul he will make
bubbles blown with love in mind
an eco-system on the lake
no bubbles burst with magic made…
This is the first of many posts (I hope!) about the other part of my life that I love.
Bonsai…
This particular tree is not one of mine but I wish it was. A gingko, one of the oldest trees in living memory and might have been here when dinosaurs roamed the earth.
As you can tell from the trunk, it is very old in this picture too. It can take a many human lifetime for any tree to end up with a such a trunk as this. The leaves too, normally quite large, have become smaller and match the proportions of the tree very well.
Someone has cherished and cared for this beautiful tree for a very long time and I would love to know just how old it really is. Probably worth a small fortune too, which rules me out of ever owning such a specimen.
In the coming weeks I would like to introduce you to other lovely trees, some of them my own. And also just what owning a bonsai really means…
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