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And his mamma cried…:P

I tapped cautiously my finger. You scurried that way, only you can do. Upside down on the bathroom ceiling, making me remember your intricacies. All woven in nature’s genial design of air expelling hairs on your feet that allow you traction anywhere.

Macro camera focus on your reptilian armour. Smooth scales but gossamer thin, skeletal, bare.

You’re tragically wasting away. Starving by the looks of the plastic lid bulging painfully in your thorax. Mistaken lunch, or supper perhaps?

I pity I could not help you, or it out.

And those eyes; unique exoplanets and exotic in their own right. Hazel opals with a blunt logo of your former self.  I can see that in your deathly iris.  Inside, infinitely black, endless, yet calm. Perhaps where you departed so easily to, and surprising…no…shocking me.

Or was it I you?

By falling with your half grown new tail. First, onto my lens. Then, I studied your featherweight in my palm. Intrigued and inspiring me to interpret you with this poem come epitaph. When perhaps your days doing your duty were more deserving of a psalm.

You were always going in to the light. In this life for bugs and now perhaps immortality…that makes me smile a bit. Thinking of you in that heavenly place where all the ghosts of your victims await you to devour them all over again.

HK Botanics

Panda food lassoed together with tie wraps

that are made in China

Up, up and away

this scaffold holds

for real estate in the clouds

Beanstalk madness

The gold in those peaks

Lofty status with no quo

Amazed they make is man’s ingenuity

with half an acre

More occupants than rain forest’s canopy

Squeeze pressed, ubiquitous chaos

And content to suicide on pollutants

Airborne legacy of industry greed

Unethical dumping,

moral…something

Carcinogenic bleed

Yellow, Yangtze

Wind Rain, Soil, Sea

Give or take a few city trees

Cages for the wildlife

Feasts for the fleas

and LED discotheques

Hong Kong is not for me

Content to be a minority

Fresh air and water

Again my priority

The sky between us

Trondheim’s yawning fjord

Embellishes a late February’s dusk

This lilac, pink, roseate ghost

Banners horizon’s ceiling

When earth’s shadow

Fuses night from day

An intricate pastel pause

Which is aptly named

Belt of Venus

Wakes divide a few short paragraphs

As fishing boats and ferries acutely slice

This temporary azure sheen

Three silver birch trees lead eyes

From this kitchen window on the stone hill

Up high

The verve of a seer sits on his zenith

Where he’s fed, content and

naturally enlightened

 

I still await my prey

Two weeks after

The season got under way

Nearly every day

I’ve hunted, tried

Still unsatisfied

Or am I?

I never took rod this day

But really seen, touched, smelled

A wide gaping river

On arrival

I am surprised

To come so close to

A red squirrel

Sitting sniffing the earth

Maybe for a stowed nut

I think

But got the feeling

It was curious at another beasts stink

Dark brown more than red

At first I thought it was mink

But pleased it was squirrel

Mink’s dish is mostly fish

This week’s post is short and sweet and something to think about from a guy called Edward De Bono who wrote a book I read years ago  ‘Lateral Thinking’

The trouble with creative thinking in art
is that it is so easy to stop halfway
Indeed the less talented have no choice
Escape from the old ideas becomes a virtue in itself
Originality is all
There is an enthusiasm to step down from the limitations of accepted order
into the limitless potential of chaos
But too often this step is regarded as an achievement in itself rather than only the first stage towards achievement
the true purpose of lateral thinking is not to wallow in formless chaos
but to emerge from it with an effective new idea
The new idea is likely to have a classic simplicity of form
It is likely to have an orderliness which is far from the formlessness of the chaos from which it emerged
The ideal aimed at in lateral thinking is the simplicity of extreme sophistication
The simplicity of an idea that is very effective in action and yet elemental in its form
It is the simplicity of richness
Not of poverty
It is the simplicity of fullness
Not of emptiness

Image

both of us united in a common fear of each others talons

War´s influence
(allegedly, if you believe in astrology)
arose to the South of Jonsvatnet (John´s water)
while I, for a few seconds
cut circles in its path of temporary shine
with the metal fish at the end of my line
Bail arm trip, retrieval slip
then lightning dynamics
Of pike´s waspish violence upon it!
The decoy minnow
Anything but slow as old esox
gave her acrobatic show
with ariel attempts to escape me
After pulling, tugging, plenty of shrugging
twenty minutes later I assumed the victor
But,
as I lifted her water clear
she anticipated me and bit me shear!
My curse was anything but ”Oh dear!”
She either, never shed a tear
but both of us united in a common fear
Of each others talons
Somewhat gently
I set her down in the shallows
Carefully plucked back my hook
Then gave my bloody finger a sook
With a swish of her shovel sized tail
off she cruised with a humoured look
Towards the pillar of Mars
Both she and I perforated with scars
Made our ways home
Under early August’s returning stars.

 

A few notes about this piece, which I will get around to fitting in here with the poem.

Mars was at its closest to Earth in 60,000 years this night.

*Esox Lucius is the latin name for a Pike
A bail arm is the piece on a fishing reel. It catches and gathers the line as it rotates.
The last line is to do with the fact that there is no night between late May and early August where I live. The Arctic Circle is another 400 km`s north, from Trondheim, where you get the famous midnight sun.

Image
Strangers in the night
Exchanging glances
What were the chances
We’d be sharing thoughts
before the night was through
Something in your sparkle
was so binary and inviting
something in your
light years was so exciting
some hunger in my astronomy
Said I must have your view
Strangers in the night
until we said our first hello
Little did we know
123 Light years far away
You were just a glance away
a frosty night stance away
and ever since that night
we’ve been together
Lovers at first sight
finding polaris bright and great bear too
Dubhe, dubhe du

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alpha_Ursae_Majoris

Daydreaming is great for any artist

There’s a wee pub just off Princes street where it meets Frederick street in Edinburgh and it’s one of the watering holes of the best of Scottish writers since it opened. I like to drink Guiness there because, well, it’s a thinking man’s beer and you get a contemplative head when you sup it, especially after the second pint.

On this day, I sat waiting for a poet friend and found myself alone surrounded by framed quotes of literary geniuses, (not all of them Scottish btw) Anyways, I scribbled a few of them doon and this one is inspiring, so I’m sharing and suggesting that next time yer in the toon, ye get yersel intae Milne’s bar and order what ye want, but the place has got its ain charm whatever profession yer in.

Sláinte and power ti yer pen 🙂

Let us therefore agree that a reasonably good standard of writing is a mark not of preciosity,

but of good sense,

not of prissiness,

but of efficiency;

that such a standard can be attained by anyone with a little effort;

that the effort be worthwhile.

That it requires neither hair-splitting nor self consciousness,

but merely a willingness to acquire good habits.
Sir Ernest Gowers.

Time’s measure, the clock
Pulses along, never to stop
Be it nano-seconds,eons
Or crumbling rock
Only Black holes
(Allegedly)
Can store its tock
Clip its wings,
Freeze its flock

Brig Portrait
I am no cosmogonist for suggesting
That the end and the beginning
Are one and the same
Winter opposes summer
Death, life and so forth
On a perpetual journey
Of violence, rest
Love, hate
Science fact
Metaphoric beliefs
Everything shares one common truth
The unzipping of creation
The four bases
Adenine pairs with Thymine
Guanine pairs with Cytosine
All split open
Then reborn in puzzling sequences
Ribo and Deoxy Nucleic Acids
Forged from a star collapsing
On the edge of our solar system
Gravitating, tugging, pulling, spinning,
BOOM!
Just like the other BIG-inning
Circa 14 billion years earlier
But before that
The quiet, stillness, nothing
How do we know?
After…
The present
The future
The past
Alpha and omega,
First and the last

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