Fading Memories

The rain falls
my lips soften

Slowly
I remember
to breathe

Waiting
for my world to stop
and the sun to rise

fading
memories

like ripples
in your pond
before it freezes
for winter

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Seasons Slip

My foot slips
and I slide
the thundering sound
of tumbling rocks
blinds me
until
I can no longer see
or dream
you

My mind slips
and I fall
and curl
into myself
making
the gutter my home
as autumn leaves
cover me
waiting
for the green man
to claim me
again

and I spit
and claw
resisting
fighting
refusing
to surrender
even as death
taunts
until I forget
to breathe
waiting
for snowfall

26 September 2018

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the waiting

and when I reach out
to touch something
that is not me

I feel a kind of
numbness
hear a kind of
dull static

that’s how I know
I’m still waiting

for you

5 May 2018
Sussex Coast, England

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Stonehenge, circa 1985

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The years teach much which the days never knew. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
~ T.S. Eliot, 1943

*The photo of Stonehenge was taken by me on my first trip to England in 1985 with my Olympus OM1.

Be Happy

 

Apples Waiting to Become Cider at Middle Farm taken by Me

 

Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy ~ Guillaume Apollinaire

Merlin’s Cave

Tintagel, Cornwall, England ~ Photography by me

 

The dream
of Arthur
Hidden
in a cave.
Lurking
in crumbling ruins.
His song
heard on the wind.
My heart,
 lost.
~me

Sleeping Adventures

Briançon, Hautes-Alpes, France ~ photography by me, Robin Dalton September 2004

When I begin

to think

My dreams

have been lost

I lean out my window

Let the scent

of the flowers

in my room

mingle with the magic

of the the flowing river

and the purple heather

in the distance.

Surely this is

the stuff

dreams are made of.

And even when

I open my eyes

to find I am

still in my bed

in a small room

without a view

without the heather

without the river

I know my dreams

are alive and well

and living in my heart

and my sleeping adventures.