Reclaimed Land (for Bute) #NationalPoetryDay


The pinnacle…
Follow the lights and you will find the gold.
A Severn wind rattles the soul,
Rain like pins my face a cushion.
Edifice a vision, wooden windows a fact,
a collection of faces glued in community,
Now divided again by scheme-funded foolery.
To escape is to renounce
Only with strength comes intrinsically.
As thrust upon pages turn,
A dying side street lives
on the ensign of principality!

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My Past, My future


Somethings are like red wine stains, they are difficult to remove with time get faint but will always last. You can add formulas to remove them. This is my formula!

Cleaning mess of some guys trade.

Right place wrong face.

Scrap heap imprint stupidity,

please give me some validity.

 
Closure of the grinding,

mini cans close my mind in.

Musical defibrillation.

No else to confined with.

 

Time has raced to evolve on.

Scared but wise, still I despise.

Now I’m here, thoughts, no care.

The grinding sparks have untied me.

 

Your age shows experience.

delivery, I can’t contain this.

Feeling the greater love,

enormous glow music buzz.

 

I look to crashing tides.

Screens project our minds.

Well trodden yet fresh,

just this time its mine.

 

Last night cleansed me.

The vocal lifeline echoes.

Your mess connecting to me

love rein on me

Built on firm foundations images


 

 

 

 

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As I have previously mentioned I went to the quarry in North Wales. this was one of the themes I was thinking about while I was up there. the building look over 100 years old. it’s at the end of a track at the back of Llanfafirfechan but actually entrance to the modern quarry is from Penmaenmawr. It felt strange up there. I would not sat ghostly but unloved. Walking time has had little influence on the grass path ways. I really liked the views of anglesey from up there. It was nice to see the Great Orme in Llandudno and puffin island off pen mon in detail rather than speeding past them out of a window on the A55 on a train or in a car. One of Conwy little gems just off the Welsh coastal path

Although they where dilapidated in place the rocks looked like they had been placed on the floor in order