forjdb

I will always love you JDB artist, muse, fellow pilgrim.
Leaving these up together for a short while before archiving them forever

Beyond Tenebrae

Is there redemption past empty words? A Story beyond tenebrae?
Cherry

Advice on Dying

Face the open window, make collages of clouds Add lovely garden things like fuzzy felt In this, your second infancy Wake to a plume of starlings or a finch
Cherry

Blackberry and Apple Jam

You said the perfume's to die for;

Cirencester

Before the lesson, stretches arms daftly, impersonates cedars, my tutor etches plants.

Eurostar Sonnet

Months ago and miles could you have wondered

In Regent's Park

In the café, in a well-groomed park endless skies attract glances; percussionists with teaspoons drum in your mantra “God willing… one day at a time”.
Cherry

Lake Fides

How simply I learned to pause, tilt , plunge into the gravel pit on stark cobalt evenings

Learning

somehow it seems closer, here where you stop and spread your hands beneath the oaky foliage deliver an impromptu homily fagaceae ...quercus... folias...
Cherry

Never one for the road

I was never one for the road you know
Cherry

Perseid Earthgrazer

This is the best time to watch for meteors; before the moon has daubed the dark and obscure things swallow the sun. Asleep on the car-seat, driven by conviction,

Raspberry Jam

When I stayed with you I noticed the stars

Room 3: The Seagram murals

Faced up to these transgressed boundaries you ask which one I’m drawn to; easier to show than admit this makes my sinews querulous.
Cherry

Teach me please the theology of fingertips

Teach me please, the theology of fingertips
Cherry

The Bronze Bear Paddington

When me and J watched the people passing the bronze statue of Paddington bear at Paddington station, this is what we saw!

Walking by Aldermaston (after four days)

After I shrink behind you, we leave the road, Shortly, shin-pressed to the fence, with wonder watch the warhead house

Will you paint?

Will you paint me places I've never been?

Eight Year Echo

How would it feel to be unable to feel or discern maps and signs. Deus\User\My Documents\Life The hidden end folder of you and me perhaps I should...