The Ghosts of expansion.
One theory of our existence is that we are within an ever expanding universe, and our linkages to that condition are confusing , to say the least. This viewpoint is from those of East Anglian stock.
Category: Experiences
The sound of conservation
Last year the Forestry Commission harvested a large area of pine forest near Dunwich, all the residents had been informed of the action, but had not realised that over 200 American Red Oaks edging the pine forest would also be felled, because conservation bodies in the area did not want a line of trees left in the landscape.
You will remember this.
Surprise at sunrise in Tunisia’s Great Salt Desert
It’s not much to ask!
A reflection on my father’s attitude to child safety.
Travel
A life changing experience in Iran in 1967
Perhaps
Moments of reflection do not fit neatly into my two sort categories of ‘events’ or ’emotions’, but are a inter-linked mesh of both, and sometimes that mesh turns into a trampoline
All for thirty Yuan
I visited China, as a guest of the Chinese Government (Ministry of Light Industry) in 1994. This double Haiku resulted from a thirty Yuan rickshaw ride very late at night.
Ant swarm
The actions triggered by a leaf cutter ant swarm in the Panamanian rain forest.
At a funeral of the previous generation
Sometimes the locus of your role and significance in an event changes unexpectedly, perhaps even caused by something mundane, and the insight can be a shock.
The life now leaving platform four
This poem relates both to the event of a chance meeting, and the loss of emotions in a marriage. In an icy railway carriage a woman rehearses with a stranger how she will tell her husband she is leaving him, when he collects her from the train.
Langkawi brief encounter
Another snake poem, I will categorise it under ‘events’, but I think it had an emotional impact on both of us.
It’s all in the heft
Back to events again, with a eulogy to empiricism.
Walking the Floors
An elegy for the discard of the empiric skills learnt over several generations of traditional floor maltsters.
Fashioned by local conditions.
All three laughed, my perception slipped,as insight glimpsed another’s world.
Clean bowled
The following poem spun out of an all male, black tie dinner and stumped me.
Coming to terms.
How will death arrive? The closing event in our brief existence can be cruel for some.
The wood merchants son
We all mine from the seams of our childhood, mine followed the grain.
Repartee under stress in Venezuela
Venezuela, March 2007, a sudden change in the weather in Llanos