avec moi, sans 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
London © 2016 Designing Futures
I am of my father.
I am of my grandmothers.
I am of my grandfathers.
I am of my mother.
I am of my great grandfather.
I am of my friends.
I am of my friends' families.
I am of my colleagues.
I am of my learners.
I am of the places I have been.
I am of the people I have met.
I have been of many stories.
I have been of many plays.
My sons are my everything.
And thus the jester assumes (behind you!)
My brothers are of me.
My sister is of me.
My aunts and uncles and cousins milleu.
(14th Nov ‘14)
Veil saffron woven dragon fly sheen
Disperse suns light in a pollen haze
Glide to scope of landings 'cross the maze
Greetings tumult hardiness ha' glean
Itching etching outlines charcoal filled
Gold tracery outside blown glass prism
Cross the sky cross the earth prison
Act in act in action shadows played
Nought he claimed rest r'pose encapsuled
Freely eyes feel touched bars gold bars black
Glitter drip glitter drop spray back
Pirouette screwed on body on head
Meal ground bread maid meat chomp champ he's on
Fast rainbow feast medicine cabin
Fast break toe in dock the ship is in
Harbour lilting tilting wears what's on
(16th Mar ‘15)
dimidium facti qui coepit habet
he who has begun has the work half done
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