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Musings, art and poetry in transition

Pine Wood

  Leaving the path I walk into the woods. Sit on a fallen branch  within a circle of pine trees, twigs, sticks,  rotting wood,  pine needles and  fallen leaves, layer upon layer, composted. A decay that  nourishes these  silent giants  whose spongy  … Continue reading

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Three Signets

     

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Donegal

Folding mist, blurred edge of land and sky. Roads twisting, turning, falling, rising,  each curve a poem. Where are you leading me, I asked? Just keep walking came the reply.   Wavelets bright as stars in a night sky flashed … Continue reading

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Perfumed Trails

    In Johnstown Castle Gardens, swans glide serenely on a lake of green algae, their nest hidden by the burst of growth along the swampy waterside. Giant Gunnera and black stemmed Chinese Bamboo plunge their roots into the sodden bank. Blush … Continue reading

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A Delirium Of Wildness

        In an unruly, extravagant wild, weathered golden rocks crown a precious land. Bluebells burst through scrub, moss and brambles. Nests are built and slept in,  oft times disturbed by approaching footsteps. The occupants rise up in … Continue reading

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Halfway

It was good to stop and take a halfway moment, allowing my mind to wander into forgotten dreams, surrounding myself with thoughts of softness, kindness, strength, and the pleasure of just being here. The unfolding was encouraging,        … Continue reading

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