The Candle

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?

Monday Musing

Pogue, Good Morning. I think we both would agree that the world is changing and doing so at a pace. Most change is part of an evolution, all be it ever quickening, but occasionally we get side swiped as with the pandemic. There are things that we just don’t see coming. But which ever way … Continue reading Monday Musing

Monday Musings

Morning Pogue, I haven’t run for two weeks now. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. It’s a combination of moving home, being on a road trip, living in temporary accommodation. The routine’s gone! But this week I move into a place of some permanence, well at least for six weeks, so this week I … Continue reading Monday Musings

Monday Musing

Dear Pogue, Last Monday I wrote you about my forth coming move, how I’ve got rid of a lot of possessions and the fact that, to my surprise, I’m finding this sort of liberating. Well that letter has provoked a number of comments and, thankfully, they have all been positive😊 It appears that a lot … Continue reading Monday Musing