Despite The Tumult

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Despite the tumult
Of the clouds,
The erratic moods,
The distractions
And the cauldron of emotions
Fitful and bubbling,
There dwells always the sun
And the blue sky,
Fresh as warmth upon your skin
And a summer morning’s in-breath,

Waiting, behind it all
For your homeward bound
Acknowledgement.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

And What Are Friends?

And what are friends,
But those
To share the journey.
Some,
Of place and time,
Of chance encounter
And camaraderie
Of fellow travellers.
But the best
Are those of mind
And the deeper touch
Of understanding shared,
When gut felt home
Is spied
In their excitement
At being alive,

At seeing you,

At seeing them.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

Sympathy For The Sorry Self

I offer sympathy
To the sorry,
Lonely self
Who burned the bridges
To the wider self,
Severing from his larger entity,
To go solo and hurting
With a wound
Of self reducing,
And isolation
In the mind
Restricted from the universe,

That could be his
If only he could recognise
The wideness of his nature’s truth
And Accept his home
Beyond the reaches of his skin.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

Poem For Poets

The poet
Can risk exposure
Of the naked heart,
For his voice speaks
In dreams of magic,
And no closer words
Are so thinly clothed
Than in the music
Of his being
And the being of his life.

And so he must
Speak his truth
In the written word
And carve
From feelings felt,
Self portraits
Of metamorphosed art,
And tell
The world
Of his only life,
As only he can tell it.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

Artists Are One

So many yearning
For the artists life,
Each and every one of us
Posting our dreams
To the greater dream
In the outer dream of the internet.

But I am roused.
I am roused for I am one in many
As you are one in many.
We speak the same language
And slip stream on the same energy,
Surf the lip of love
That curls endlessly on.

We will not drown in clamour.
There are not too many
For we are the many in the mind
And the mind is one.

And the one
Is wellpool
Of richness, integrity
And Infinity anew:

Anew
As each one of us
Lives closer
To the who

We really are.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.