Tag: poetry

I stand rooted here, eye level with the firmament, a distant witness to the majesty above. The clouds, they drift and dance, fluffy and light, grey and white, a perfect contrast to the blue. I am far in the distance, but I see it all, as the world around me slows. The noise of life, … Continue reading Greying Wisps – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Ancient stones of marble and granite, barely upright over the souls they've known, erected to remember, but more often forgotten, faded by sun, stained by pollution and rain. Their surfaces marred by time's non-judgemental hand, etched with memories, but barely still stand, bearing witness to the ghosts of old, anchored to bones six feet below. … Continue reading Ghostly Stones – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The sun bears down through thick leaves on this dry day, As I wander through a small suburban wood, Looking for the fallen and desiccated trees, That might emulate the land art of Goldsworthy. I seek the signature of creative chaos, The kind that only Mother Nature can deliver, And as I walk, I feel … Continue reading A Bit of Goldsworthy and Adams – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Why are we fascinated with gargoyles? These monstrous creatures of stone, Carved into grand cathedrals and structures, Looking down into us, watching and waiting. Their grotesque features and fierce expressions, Capture our imagination and intrigue, As we ponder the stories they might tell, And the secrets they might keep. In an unlikely discovery, In a … Continue reading Bargain Store Gargoyle – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Along the banks of the river I wander, Seeking stones to build my precarious sculptures, Not seeking for perfection that lasts forever, But rather for the thrill of balancing incompatible rocks. The river meditates calmly beside me, Its gentle current carrying away my worries, As I instinctively select each stone, Feeling their weight and shape … Continue reading Uncertain Sculptures – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The greatest joy of my life, Is holding my precious child, Her tiny fingers wrapped around mine, Her wondrous eyes filled with excitement and awe. Together we share a new experience, Exploring the world with her fresh eyes, The bliss that comes from seeing it all anew, Through the eyes of my little one. My … Continue reading For the Love of My Child – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

At the riverside low tide, branches re-sprouting and grafting onto dying tree trunks, Flotsam of life still strives to thrive, though it seems like nature's design has been defied. Seeds turned to resistant grasses, spotting on the ground around these living pillars, a testament to nature's persistence, and her ability to adapt and innovate. The … Continue reading Rooted Flotsam – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the field, an imagined perfection blooms, Shaped like the horn of an old gramophone, Its petals unfurl like musical notes, Into a symphony of romantic notions. Effortlessly emitting visual fodder, That transcends sight and stirs the soul, Like a melody it ignites, and Our auditory imagination it unfolds. In imagined fragrance, a rhythm is … Continue reading Floral Gramophone – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In a field of tonal hues, a congregation of flowers stands tall, composite in their glory, casting shadows and shades, in a symphony of light. Their stems sway in the breeze, a dance to the rhythm of the wind, as the petals join in, creating a chorus of colours, that sing to the heart and … Continue reading Floral Intensities – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Beyond the fences, our perceptions blur, woven barriers that separate what's inside and what's outside, tangible symbols of control in a world that seeks to define. Fences, made of wood or wire, rusted metal or decomposing stone, their physicality betrays the boundaries they impose, constricting freedom, influencing our perspective. But it's not just their presence, … Continue reading Fenced in by a Lack of Colour – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind