sketch pad

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)

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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-scream

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-tr (13th May ‘15)

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)

Con stant Hor i zon

I hate you as deeply as

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

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