Martin Shone's Blog, page 15

Pause

Seeing reflections as they dance to life’s ongoing masquerade I pause to admire patterns created with such magic as only imagination can enhance I pause also to ponder only to fail in my thoughts, for my reflection dances when I cannot

Darkness begins

Darkness begins when the appreciation of love falls away it settles upon us becomes a comfort a knitted shadow a perfect fit We never truly believe never quite fully in the life of love for to do so would negate the existence of life and there is the darkness whispering its secrets

My eyes

My eyes, aware of such aware of light aware of all things to delight my eyes see things I cannot see their tiredness seeks a reason Winter’s killing grip takes hold to cleanse the air of much It brings about a strange old feeling … your eyes, aware of such My eyes weep not at … More My eyes

On reading

On reading this book I begin understand something. As I turn each page I see how the previous reader had taken it. Whereas I read and get caught in the feelings of the thing the previous tenant brought their pet with them to meander and to pause for their pet to mark its territory. On … More On reading

Pool on the sill

I hear it’s November but the rains sound the same The birds, I hear and see as they drink from puddles I hear my radiators clicking, groaning so it must be a chilly November but it all feels the same I see it’s grey out there and suddenly the birds are silent as I watch … More Pool on the sill

After all that rain

After all that rain all this … I wake to see art. Sitting here with the clocks back an hour I’m in bed with a coffee. That bright ball of wool is being tugged along by cosmic cats leaving its fluffy warmth to permeate the sodden storm-filled cloak. Mist curls to chase the mewing only … More After all that rain

Connections

Connections complete us and compete with us. As one connection is made so another fades. This is the reality of life the order of things. A heartbeat is merely an echo of silence and within this silence connections are made and lost. A breath is nothing but an exhumation of time and within this time … More Connections

Pearl in a dust-bin

Sometimes I think my mind is on another planet, or even another dimension where it’s writing with gusto leaving me blank and pallid so I apologise for my silence lately. The feelings I have to be able to write just aren’t around and I’m not going to force the words to appear. However, I have … More Pearl in a dust-bin

The sanctuary of self

How little we understand. How small is this time yet how infinite are the finite moments in which we exist. There are reasons of course why we are so slow as there there are reasons why the things around us, dance with fury. How little we sense. This place, this unstopable storm this attitude of … More The sanctuary of self

Anticipating the calm

Such heavy rain: a deluge of anxiety anticipating the calm, with punctuated patience.