Poetry

A poetry chronicle.

Below are three chance examples that my mouse found when roaming the corridors of folders and files in my computer library..

Song Line Mask

An orchestra’s
Sacred care to
Stay alive
Through hearing closely
What’s really there.
In Euston’s dive
Song lines were sung
Never ended
Once begun..

Letting in the holy call
Ab Original
Sound waves crack
Through outer cage
To ageless track.
Everything appeared
Tardis size
Entering with
Widening eyes
Softening into long
Space time
Heavenward
No line

Then that night
The music came
In air, not sound
From holy mask
Unbound and
Floating free above
The ground.

I said ‘where is the body
On which you sit –
To come alive and truly fit?’
The mask replied
‘You cannot see the form of me
But I exist,
Without that twist, in all
Eternity’

So it glided
By itself above
My gaze and
As a sprinkler
Sprays a vaporous mist
This breathing mask,
A timeless relic
Held in
Soundless space,
Kissed this dream
With softest droplets
On my face..

It must have been
A special potion, as I could only laugh
In mirth and shaking motion.
Laughing all the way to
Fiery bliss, I was in joy
So full I could not miss
The chance
To honour this.

Writing down
In vaguest word,
A glimpse of
What was real
Yet was not heard.

JR 6.6.2022

Dream of a Ring of Light

It defines being
Within which
Presence vibrates
And while it is not
Personal space
It was perceived
From centre
As circumference and
Centre had eyes that
Both could see through.

From the point of view of
Points of view it had
The shape of a
Ring of light.

But I did not see it
I be it
And that brought knowledge of
A boundary.

Before, I felt unbounded
There was need to fly
From faulting ground
Out into sky.
It showed that I am held
Some force beyond.
It gave a singular bound
Where space and time bond.

I knew
True north, magnetic pull.
The music I could write
Would be more balanced
Empty full

JR 22.7.2011

Time Wise

Time is a wise fool 
Who, like Feste laughs,
Leads us on 
Through fickle flight –
That soaring beast 
Whose wings akimbo span
Day and night

The tiny and the super vast 
Hold hands by grand design
An endless chord sustains 
The breaking waves of time

Like lunar ships on 
Daring dives and 
Hopeful dips
We die, to live 
Our love trips 

All lifetimes 
Contain dreams 
Quietly planned 
To turn sublime, but 
May not make 
This timeline 

Struggle on life 
Time’s fool is rife
Yet in this very nick 
I am I, and You Are Thee 

Life’s a full stop 
Meta tree 
Time wise and
Free

JR March 2023, developed June 2025

Across Time…

[List Under Construction…]

• This was written two months before the great outpouring of new music that is The Brimming Stone