Thursday 23 October 2008

October ground



Bottalack Cliffs

Here again, at twilight and my mind is blank to the outside
words

A
question I have been asking myself recently - is my work riddled with death?
Or pointing toward it ( even in youth )

-

The air smells of the west

There is a space with fragrance

scent
a natural odour


Scilly
in the dull effervescence
a twilight gloam

pink muted to orange - one way
and to grey violet - the other way

vertiginous


its vague smear southerly to the left
there is one part of the sky that is a pale gold window

as the day dims
sinks

it saddles the night
the colour is almost rich

getting richer

as this darkness forms
from the east
around me, a shroud

last window

riching splendour


greys turn through blue
towards violet

the world's jet streams in china blue

the orange glow
still shifts southerly
westward day


earth's rim
a
pointing towards
(not extraction )


sometimes the ' spirit ' - in the solaplexus is absent
empty
sleeping


and then a bright star
many jewelled

opine

above -

the orange hue
from the west

through fugged clouds


looking for an ecstasy

1 comment:

Kathleen said...

That is colour to dive into. Surround.

We always are moving towards death. True? That is what makes life so painfully beautiful. Some see it clearer than others. Feel it. Sharpens perception, vision. We might not feel it all the time. Life gets in the way of living.

"..looking for an ecstasy", very nice.