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Island Life
On my cherished isle
of rainbows flecked with words
that were meant but not said
the loveliest in all the tides
salmon-swept and seal-circled-sealed
I nurse my wounds in
my Savlon non-Avalon
an eminence in a deepening ocean
whose delving trenches are becoming
an even greater mystery
a friendless dwindling rock
where I can play king
so bring me my dynastic sword
forgive me
but I can’t read the small print any more
and those untutored minstrels
of my language of 40 years ago
where are they now?
they burned brightly but briefly
fireflies those guys and girls
I half-heartedly search for them
in scant grainy footage on You Tube
like a different country and historical period
I may have met them there
but I don’t remember
the frontier of familiarity
breached and confused
in a mess of pencil jabs
and eraser rubbings
and unconscious cultural step changes
to be larger than life
to give life up
and live larger than that
and what's a real sinner?
shoot to my heart in
the stupidity of dance
that I can't resist nor
the stupidity of stupidity
I who win inconsolable
and customisable grief
not that I needed
or lacked it or benefitted
from its purported utilitarianism
Sorry I was slow to get to this Paul. Been away for 8 or 9 days ...off the grid
Dim problem. Nice to be off-grind at times...
Diolch Paul...do you remember the sound recording you made of 'Song of David'? I'm wondering if perhaps it isn't time for something similar? Whatever title you choose of course. Please let me know your thoughts.
Thanks for the suggestion. I will come to back to you in a few days. By the way, thanks are always due for the comments you made about me on Facebook though, if I'm honest, I didn't recognise myself. Diolch.