meine umwelt
avec moi, sans moi,
par moi
Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold
May blast comprehension if the truth be told
An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims
A satyr on life and sullied daydreams
(1996)
dimidium facti qui coepit habet
he who has begun has the work half done (Horace)
I've never forgotten the steady colour
Of the blue sky grey
Or the measured pace of the stream
Its path followed an indeterminate bed
Rocks, plants, muddy sand and
Antagonised attempts at husbandry
Calmed, weathered blue grey
Not on display full public view
Always upset woman
Technically transplanted, critically
Calmed brown, weathered green
Hulking great bruise
Carrying on methodically
Calmed weathered blue grey
Breaking dawn milk and eggs
Not a hot day for i-
Sore feet and sundry saddles
Grooming children in reins
I've never forgotten the steady colour
Of the blue sky grey
Or the measured pace of the stream
FeeFi-
As the years go by,
Though the cares
Of love and pain
May adorn your face,
And the shadows
Of experience
Cloud your eyes,
I see nothing.
I hear not the tales
That time may tell.
I see only
The joy of your smile deepen
And the beauty within
Intensify
(22nd Apr ‘94)
bella detesta matribus
wars, the horror of mothers
Said the walrus to the platypus
After a bottle of Prosecco
Drunk happily in entirety
Rose s up the wall observed plat y
Bub les to the brain said plat y p