Dear Pogue, I came across a quote from Sylvia’s Plath yesterday where she said she had learnt “to embrace her own weirdness”. It sort of struck me that in doing so she found her own creative genius and whilst her life was a troubled one, she left us with a legacy of great poetry. Her … Continue reading Monday Musing
Memories are not what they use to beAnd is that good Or is that bad?Because I don’t remember things quite the sameAs others who repeat the tale,The memory was once a clothPatterned in a certain wayBut time the magician has played a gameAnd embroidered patterns of intrigue.So our histories have a different viewWhere I remember … Continue reading Memories
Well Pogue, After yesterday’s musing I guess we need to sit a savour the songs of one of those master wordsmiths I mentioned. I’ve gone for Bruce as, well, why wouldn’t I. I mean, this song was from his first album and he was already writing this well. Just enjoy. https://youtu.be/uozMTmEjxHc And if you want … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Dear Pogue, Do you ever read something and ask yourself: “How does that woman think?” or “What’s gone on in his life that he can write that?” I find myself doing it more and more these days. In fact instead of considering that I’m increasing my knowledge I continually find myself realising how small my … Continue reading Monday Musings
The children still play in the old school field.The trees stand in the same places,Shed leaves in the same season,Look bare in winter like before,They’re just bigger than on that dayWhen you and I climbed so highHid in their branches And were possessed by make believe.I was happy then.The crime was that I did not … Continue reading The Old School Field
Hey Pogue, Monday morning. The clank of the letter box and, here I am with thoughts born of wisdom. Good morning. This week I’ve been thinking about how we form judgements of other people often based on very little actual knowledge. Do you think there might be something slightly wrong in this? Be careful who … Continue reading Monday Musing
I have been thinking of silence. I wrote over the last couple of weeks on silence, the creative forces of the Universe and our own creative process. Then, wham, there are all these quotes appearing in my reading about the creative process. Synchronicity at work again I guess. Leave to your opinions their own quiet … Continue reading Silence and Creativity
Come to the woods with meCome amongst the trees,The wild branches in passion with the windHeaving and thrustingEcstaticHeaving,And we will be lovers by proxyAs we sit and feel the energyThe raw power of ancient woodBent in nature’s embraceAs trees bend and stretch,Groaning,Gasping,Yes, yes,Our skin will tingle Wind whippedAnd we will share the momentThe climax,Then the … Continue reading To The Woods
Pogue, I wrote last week about the music that pervades the universe and how so very many have no awareness of its existence. And, as is usually the way, having put that out other similar thoughts and ideas returned to me. Synchronicity, don’t you just love it! So I came across a quote from a … Continue reading Monday Musings
Light your candle and hold it outI’m lost and stumbling around in this darkness,The night has been longLonger than I have ever rememberedBut the little light you profferIs a seed of hope to my soulAnd I can tell myself that all will be wellIf only I can get by until,Until the dawn heralds the new … Continue reading Light your candle
Pogue, I went to a concert on Saturday just gone. I saw a band called Nearly Dan, a Steely Dan tribute band. I can hear your brain already, wondering, “Dan who?” But stay with me here. Back in the day I really loved the music of Steely Dan. I owned most of their albums. And … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listen To Now.
I believe music fills the universe. That the day and night are filled with rhythm but far too many are not aware and never hear it. And that is sad because if more heard and felt that which moves around us all the time, there would be less division, less strife. There would be harmony. … Continue reading Maybe…a moment from my craziness.
There’s so much that I don’t understandThe more I thinkThe more I findThe world is a continuous question getting biggerThe mysteries of old were but a precursor to all that was to comeBut it wasn’t to comeIt was always thereWe didn’t know what we didn’t know Then there’s people whoare a mystery all of their … Continue reading I Do Not Understand
Dear Pogue, I wrote to you in the week about the creative process and suggested that inspiration came from outside rather than within. I questioned whether we had lost our way and turned to our own very limited ability to find creative impulse. So thinking about this and practicing the thought to test its veracity … Continue reading Monday Musing
Pogue, The creative process can be a tortured thing at times. One day, there you are just breezing along, everything is flowing, all cylinders seem to be firing, inspiration is a warm breeze blowing from the south and all is well with the world. You just create because you can do nothing else. Then something … Continue reading Creative Inspiration
Some days do not stick Choosing to slide right byAnd time so valuableIs lost in a haze of regretFor what is of valueIf not timeSo fundamental to all our endeavours.I asked,Some said moneySome said friendsSome said peaceSo I answered “But all need time”Time to makeTime to beTime to appreciateAnd once spent it cannot be regainedUnlike … Continue reading Last Day
So Pogue. I know a lady who has passed into and out of my life over a number of years. It’s a pleasure to see her when she appears again but, I’m afraid to say, it’s normally a relief when she leaves. And the reason? Well, as long as I have known she has been … Continue reading Monday Musing
Pogue, We need a song, we really do. Life has been so busy and distracting that I haven’t sent you a song for a while. My bad! I’m sorry🥺 But here’s a song I’ve just heard and it’s going around my head so, please, have it. It’s a band that’s new to me but I … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…What I’mListening To Now..
I choose you And bid you Come away with meSo our hearts may become as oneAnd our days will run togetherWe will be indistinguishable As when rivers mergeThey will not tell us apart.You will take all of meThe best and alas the worstIt will be yoursTo do with as you pleaseAnd I will be better … Continue reading Given
Reading. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, … Continue reading A Wedding Address
Flickering flamePulsing,Sputtering lifeAnd dancingAlways dancing,Bent by breeze,Reaching upTo cast shadowsOversizedThere and goneAnd back,As flame flaresSpits from waxReceding Shadows fallDwindle,As dance declinesLight retreatsBreath is heldThen releasedWith luminosity renewedSo fragileSo persistentSo,Mesmerising? Will the flameOutlive the candle?
Dear Pogue, A week from now we will be going to a wedding and I will be giving the address🥺 I’ve been given 5 minutes. Like I can say anything meaningful in 6 minutes. Some may be able to but me…? Dream on! So I’ve worked hard to keep it down to 10 minutes. But … Continue reading Monday Musing
So my best friend and I are on our travels and laying by a pool, in the sun, on some foreign shore. It’s late morning, breakfast is some hours gone and the need for coffee is beginning to rise. I stop the waiter as he passes and request a double espresso with a little milk. … Continue reading A Coffee Incident
There’s a place I goThere’s a place I have to goDown a road called sanityOn a journey of self preservationAnd I am thankful that I know that roadElse where would I goWhen the world caves in?I make no apology for my absenceEven when I am hereI have memories to preserveIn that safe placeIn a town … Continue reading There’s A Place
Pogue, It’s Monday and I’m back. Just for you. Feel the love! I’ve written a few letter and poems in the last few weeks which some have seen as an expression of darker emotions. Darker? Rawer would be a more accurate description. And people have come along and asked: “Was that me?” Well firstly, these … Continue reading Monday Musing
Your word is the core of your relationships. Given and kept it is a strong chain holding you to others, removing concerns and creating a foundation on which to build bigger things. If you would but realise, your word has great value and will go before you in the world giving you a reputation acceptable … Continue reading Your Word
Who’ll do the hard thing?The question has been askedHe who must The reply was givenBut me, I’m not so sureFor the world gets no betterOur hero’s are no moreIndeed do we even want them?Their very being and existenceCalling each of us to be betterTo choose the path of painOr stand lonely in placesOthers will not … Continue reading The Hard Thing
Well Pogue, How you doing? Me? I’m disappointed yet not surprised. Why? Well I stand witness to so much that goes on in life that just leaves me shaking my head and the question I find myself with at the moment is; “Have they no code?” You know what I mean by a code? Well … Continue reading There is no code
I didn’t understand a word you saidBut I really liked the way you said itYou purred Eyes flashing and dancing with intrigueAnd that smile like fresh poured honeyMade the words so incidentalYou didn’t need then any more I’m not sure quite what you did”What just happened” was all I thoughtI couldn’t comprehendCouldn’t collect my thoughtsHad … Continue reading The Moment