From the Last Rose of Summer

'From Clover Comes Gold' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Summer flees on the wings of the last swallow,
With the grace of an acrobat that flies through the air,
Taking memories of warmth that I would follow,
And every thought from sunshine that I should share,
Time releases the moment that holds the store,
Of one season lived where only the brave dare,
Dance to the music always seeking more,
To provide for the future within nature’s law.

'As Seasons Roll By' From Colour Contrast Continuity

As the seasons pass so time writes a song,
So each will remember its’ lasting role,
When all seems lost, the place they belong
Within the earth and her living soul,
Will capture the magic of the moment they gave,
And holding it close, sigh, and then pay the toll,
As fortune rides upon the crest of the wave,
So we may learn to love and the future save.

'The Last Rose of Summer' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Listen to the wind as it sings a song for every season,
Hear the sound of music as it holds time in place,
Sing the words your mind creates for a reason,
Weave your way through life and leave only lace,
Look beyond the horizon where time is yet to be,
Where the future will judge winners of the final race,
As only the blind when cured will ever see,
There was no difference between you and me.

One Season does not make a Year

'The Flush of Winter' From Colour Contrast Continuity

The breath of winter brings autumn to a close,
The caress of winter brings a flush to the cheek,
The grip of winter brings death to the weak,
The silence of winter brings the music I chose.

'Winter Wrap' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Winter wraps a present already sold,
Winter clears the air of useless tears,
Winter holds every one of our hidden fears,
Winter wills weeds present to die from the cold.

'Winter Will' From Colour Contrast Continuity

The breath of winter dies on a spring air,
The music swells to carry the new dawn,
The future cries in the dark to be born,
The silence of winter holds life in its' care.

'A Spring Air' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Two Lines

'Two eyes for beauty' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Two eyes for beauty,
Two wings for flight,
Two is one plus one,
Past plus present,

Too much,
Too soon,
Too late,
Too little,
Too few,

'Two part in victory' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Two are together,
Two part only in victory,
Two is only one again,
Present in the future,

Too right,
Too wrong,
Too straight,
Too strong,
Too late,
Too long.

'Two Lines' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Ring in the old

For the reason for lack of new photographs please see Home~ the Journey
It explains the problems I have at the moment.

To a Future I cannot hear

'Silence holds a Symphony' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Listen to silence and hear a symphony written in the future to the past,
No one note lives alone to carry the tune; all hold the music within the tone.
It only takes one to gather the sound of silence and compose a melody to carry the present over the errors of the past and into the wonders of the future.
That all may hear,
The sound of silence,
And believe in a future.

Sing the song you hear now and remember the song you heard yesterday and combine them both in a song for tomorrow.

Then past, present and future will echo to the wisdom music holds.
And the silence holds the knowledge yet to be learned.

A Quest for the Question

'Dawn breaks every barrier' From Visual Counterpoint

I ask anyone to tell me,
Why my life is such a mess,
This computer that I bought,
Was supposed to reduce the stress,
That holds me down in hell,
With every breath that lies;
When no one will ever hear,
The silence held in death's cries.

'See the silence when eyes are closed' From Visual Counterpoint

I ask anyone to tell me,
The secret they have found,
That enables them to hear,
The unrecorded sound,
And hold hell at bay,
With every breath they take,
When no one understands,
The sacrifice silence must make.

'Walk on and never walk alone' From Visual Counterpoint

I ask anyone to tell me,
The answer that life demands,
Without bringing any excuses,
Or issuing any commands,
Hell will never be held at bay,
By any one man alone,
Humanity always holds the strength,
To lift this sword from the stone.

'Life flies a flag that will never be struck'. From Visual Counterpoint

This song was inspired by a poem posted on a blog I follow, unfortunately it was anonymous so I cannot give the author the thanks or the recognition deserved.

Please follow this link to view the post that held more than words for me.

Please follow the link and I hope I have increased your appetite for poetry in good taste!

Gravity Eludes the Laws We Understand

'Centre of Gravity' From Visual Counterpoint

When I despair of ever writing the words,
Any might ever understand,
I turn to pictures to speak for me.
I feed a child with simple signs,
Hoping the adult has not forgotten how to learn,
By looking at this world with new eyes,
And seeing for the first time,
Beyond the horizon of its’ own existence.



I frequently despair.
I am trapped in a mind that cannot communicate,
Yet I refuse to accept any boundary or limitation,
For my thoughts,
I shall seek a way to live with my beliefs,
And retain my centre of gravity even when I am like a fish,
Out of water.

Only One Place For One

'Fly between earth and sky' From Visual Counterpoint

The only place to live is between the earth and the sky,
Held breathless,
So the past, present and future can fly
Beyond the horizon,
And take every memory that thought held,
From a single moment,
And write it for all time to be impelled
On the truth of eternity.

'Carry every moment' From Visual Counterpoint

The only place to live is where you wish to die,
Held breathless,
So the past, present and future can fly
Beyond the horizon,
And carry every moment that thought held,
From a single memory,
And write it for all time in one word that spelled,
The truth living for eternity.

'Speak with every tongue' From Visual Counterpoint

The only place to live is in the home where you lie,
Held breathless,
So the past, present and future can fly
Beyond the horizon,
And speak with every tongue that held,
Every moment and memory,
And write it for all time on the tree felled,
For the truth in eternity.

I must go to the sea

'The River Runs' From Home~the Journey

The river reflects joy in light and sound,
Laughing in the shallows and lifting the heart,
It cries in the deep for the dance once found,
And demands that light and dark should never part,
The wind drives the rain across the water’s face,
Every drop hits the bull’s eye with its’ dart,
Then holding hands with many form a lace,
That runs toward the sea to win the race.

The river is alive with every moment given,
Holding the sky in a timeless embrace,
The earth and the air can never be riven,
From water that joins both without lasting trace,
Except in the music that life will compose,
Soaring to infinity with an endless grace,
Taking the dream from where it arose,
And giving it more than any freedom chose.

The river runs fast from the sky to the sea,
The land hands the baton of care to the flow,
Carrying every tear shed by you and me,
Water holds everything we need to know,
Silence holds the sounds yet to be heard,
One light illuminates the world to show,
The lies that are seen to be absurd,
And the truth in only one word.

This is the photograph that I chose as a header for Home ~ the Journey.

No more or less than the truth

I have written words only for them to be erased by a computer.
I have tried to comment only to be frozen out by a computer.
I have tried to communicate only to be thwarted by a computer.

I am computer illiterate.

I do not have the energy to keep fighting the barriers that constantly rise to stop me.

I will not be trying again.

It is not as if I had anything to say worth reading.
My whole life is a failure of communication.


My last effort to enter Ellipsis Monday Photo Shoot took over an hour to compose and was ‘lost’ in a second by a computer that I would gladly kick into oblivion.


Don’t tell me to keep trying.
I have had more than enough of that.

There is no time like the present.