High winds, you on your bicycle looking at moody Suffolk skies, years ahead of you in the wandering youth tea cup leaves of fortune. Your Songs and poems like leaves dancing to mystical tunes, life’s tragedies hidden in the wild hopefulness of our yellow barn masquerade, so much ecstasy before us, cloud riding, sunset lovers, […]
(A poem inspired by Charlie Chips) LABOURER on the Suffolk fields, cycles of sunrise to sunset. Seeking out the unseen tides of the mind, lusting for The sweet sleep of the labourer. In the soul centre of the wandering fields he hears the Suffolk hymn Sang in the tonal beauty of home winds welcoming ……….
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Vast measureless sunset, I look into your miles, I once came to you new every evening, when you spoke to us of your glories, and the young men and women of England dreamed through the smile of your timelessness. Darkened by the evening’s ashes, we now search your skies, fires smolder where we once stood
The Question that nobody hears, the moment that passes, empty fenlands where water meadows hold the tears of the dead, and laughing Seagulls deride the ever hopeful. I once knew the smiles of the gloriously naïve, before childhood was stolen by market forces and misery sellers. The question could be put quite simply, ‘Why don’t
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