UNDER AN AVENUE OF TREES BY THE BREMEN PARK HOTEL
Sunshine
Pure
Crisp
Clean
Soaks the scene
And in the leaves' translucent green
Stands me
Transfixed and softly dazed
Soothed and serene
Bathed in the soft charged glow
Floating in the fresh
Still
Flow
BREMEN PARK HOTEL LAKE
Rainbows melting
in the fountains drifting spray
Under an open sky
Clear and blue
Sheer and light
Sunshine shatters
Flourescing light scatters
Fiery shafts
gleam
Cascades of light form a glistening stream
A FOREST WITH A MONUMENT TO A GERMAN KING
Leaves
Fallen
Brown
Moistly glimmering
Softly smouldering
Glowing diffusedly
With a
golden bright wet sheen
The rich earth rolls and sways to the paths sculptured edge
Buffeted and drawn
The way ebbs and flows
With the forests push, and tow
Banks, and falls away
Skirts the ponds edge
A single plane of dark water
Held back
Still and flat
A FOREST OUTSIDE BREMEN
Deep leaves bustle in the winds
tide
The forest suddenly breaks open wide
Full of bright light
NEUSTADT AN DER WEINSTRASSE
A giant bird poised leaping perfect
into the sky
Pure verticality
Powerful Upward pulling
Lifting
Into inert blue of sky
HERMANNS DENKMAL, DETMOLD
Fine spray of wildgrass
Cascading
softly
In foaming jets of smoky green
Slow mist
Tilted
landscape
Liquid translucent pools of green light dripping
Melting
Flowing in a soft haze
Fast trees raining into the sky
A deer bounding and blurring the
forest
Time evaporating and condensing in small moments
Surreal
landscapes bursting in my mind
Profound proportions
Slow space
rushing
Gushing
silence
THE PATH BACK TO DETMOLD
A sweet pale blue-grey path
Descending along a yellow wheat field
Blue jays dancing on the
wind
In a wet-slate sky
Glowing bright with moist light
FELDBERG IN THE BLACKFOREST
The Alpine way
Flowers in
wild frenzy
Wildgrass, thick stemmed, rustic brown
Bright yellow and
white
Orange. Purple. Lemon.
Pink. Crimson. Apricot
Spectrums of
colour raining in showers of pascal hues
Cascading softly in foaming
jets
Transfusions of soft tones
Gracefully weeping
Willowing,
blending
In hazy waves of melting velveteen smoothness
AN ALPINE MEADOW
Dazzling electric yellow stars
Flourescing in
a field glowing green
FLOWERS IN THE PARK
Glowing and flowing
Addictive intensity
of lemon light
Sudden burst
Still rush
Confined frenzy of
movement
Frantic blooms of intense solid colour
Glistening pure white heat exploding into blue
BEETLE
Metallic blue-green-scarlet-and -crimson flight
NORTHERN GERMAN SUMMER
Humid hot air presence
Inert
movement
CROWS
Surreal and sleek
Glossy and glittering
Fast black
birds
Winging across a lustrous field glowing gold
POPPYS
Poppys dusty
Faded
Dirty
Pale-parched
Sandy-gold
wheat
Edges bleached into white auroras
Fine filmy silky
crimson
Powdery soft dry cool blue
POEMS.doc
Reaching out into my centre
Easing into the internal
pressure
Safety
Sweet sanctuary
Repetitions bridging times burgeoning voids
Waiting on a dream
Weighing in the stream
Caught in the flow
The mechanisms wont go
Is there anything to gain
Even anything to do
Anything to wake
up to
POEMS.3 doc
The vacancy of terminal freedom
The erasure of anticipation
Void of expectation
Readiness lost
Corrosion of regular surfaces creates habitats of delusion
Density
Interplay of surface tensions
Now begin computations of
insolubility at levels of awareness
And decomposition below
Dragging the mind-stream
Searching for a pure thing
A right and
a true thing
Something worth keeping
Riding the mindstorm
Mind breaking
Thoughts clearing
Inclining to meaning
But lost when close viewed
Once more into the breach of promise
Killing time
Killing mind
Killer instinct
living mine
Breaching pregnant voids of readiness
Ready for everything but
this
To let the stream teem and slaughter
STATUS QUO
Waiting,
being somewhere
something
good
could
(?)
might (?)
happen,
though ego etc
anticipates it will
(!)
happen.
We were waiting for Godot,
now we know there was
no
Godot to wait for....
now just waiting....some
doing...
engaged with
objectives expected to bring satisfaction,
which do,
as
relative
ego boosts,
achievements,
successes,
allowing them to
feel
welcome by the universe,
special,
chosen....
enjoying the
respect of their peers,
their admiration and recognition
and
their
own relative independence from the real
sweated world,
with
anticipated
or realised
love,
gratification,
control,
the possible resolution
of all their problems,
with
unlimited
possibilities
as the princes of their worlds,
empowered for
self
realisation and satisfaction,
full of the energy excellent
adaptation
to their world brings
with all its positive feedbacks and joys.
And the bulk of humanity?
May truth be your ally