Category: Poetry
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A few other images from ‘Poetry in the camera’s light’

n.b. I may look at removing from Apple Books, then setting the Kindle e-book to be free
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The bee

A mile from land, a mile at sea, with gently heaving sails, a yacht sailed on with water trickling underneath the hull, the water’s glare’s so strong it’s stronger than the sun at sea, and in that lonely moment, suddenly, was it a gull? Some wondering thing, a fragment from another world, a bee! A…
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Just outside

Far from the fumes, our polluted illusion in clear resolution. ~ A distant hum outlines the silence. The falling sea settles in oily currents by the rocks. ~ A large gull slowly flaps above the channel, pitches, meets its reflection, splashing sofly, drifting backward on the tide. ~ A caterpillar crawls in the hot white…
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Insanity

Intricate mountain flower blue, burning orange in the madmen’s fire.
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The top

I turn a corner, to face the gradual rise of another hill. ~ When I reach the end, by the blue sky, will it only be to see the path continue upward? ~ Surely some corner, before the clouds, will show the glorious summit?
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The path

Prickly gorses brown and grey – flowering yellow by the blue green sea. ~ And in between an earthy path that dips and weaves with stones and shells, heading through my memory. ~ Close, far, elusive as a star, sublime. Other place and place in time.
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The lovely wall

I love our garden wall, glowing warm in evenings, sheltered from the wind. ~ I hope new walls are also adorned with wisteria flowers, honeysuckle and jasmine. ~ With sunny arches filled with the laughter of friends, as bees wonder round.
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My challenge

Towering mountains reach too high to see. Standing before them – just me. ~ Yet sunlight cuts the mist and I see others standing near. My doubts disperse, my path is now clear. ~ We shall climb as one. And we shall not turn nor stop until it is done.
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Beyond

We find we are here but a few spins round the sun, divided in days. ~ We occasionally think of our small world arcing on its course through the massive void of space. ~ Mostly we forget. Our blue and sunlit bubble, here, our line of sight.
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Fog

Blue, green and pale white encroaching from the water fog above the sand