Ghost of Wordsworth
I thought I saw the ghost of Wordsworth last night Dancing across the Lakes I heard his voice in the wind sweeping over me A cold chill went up my spine bringing me to my knees and my reality for he is not just a poet but a translator of the Word for he ...
Illuminated
industrious imperceptible snatches of reality flash by the screen of my consciousness and glimpses are revealed of a truth so vast it is impossible to grasp in one gigantic gulp or overview This life is a dimly lit barely open crack of what is of such ...
Grassmere
Written at the cottage of Wordsworth Trudi and Sting In the presence of Keith Altham and Adelaide in 2008 Also at the Waverly one could easily fall into the rhythm of the stones be lulled into inactivity that crushes bones. But one must act to survive though ...
Tumble
I tumbled out of the sky and still i was inside of you i exploded in the galaxies and you were there always larger than my problem you wrote the melody within my being you grafted yourself to every vein you transformed every joint and cell you soothed the ...
