Monthly Archives: January 2014
We exist within a wild orchestra of sounds, shapes and colors. A fearsome creation of ecstasy and pain.
Originally posted on Masked Native:
During a spring shower in Holland Park, I take shelter in clamorous chatter Of an ethnic cafeteria, buy orange juice and chocolate, drink coffee from a paper cup. After the rain; the scent of…
Shhhhh………listen, said the sea. Can you hear the ghosts of war on the tide, carried back and forth from other times, other centuries. Rocks, soaked in sorrow, like tomb-stones littered on the shingle. Who will save our souls, cry the ghosts.
Can you imagine a warm, round nest, the setting sun and warmth of feathered companions. At first light of day to sing creation’s song of how the world began. No wonder you sing.
Will you listen with me, to the gusting breeze dashing over hawthorn bushes. To sea-smacks on the rocks below the cliff. To the hum of engines trawling the mist like a lost soul.
Seagull, in perfect time to Chopin’s Piano Concerto.