Time
Comforts us
With its work
In sweeping curves
And the pebbles
Refined
To grain equality,
Sorted
In gradual conformity
To the long shore laws
Of water physical
And air scouring
And light,
Daily ultra violet.
As the globe spins
On smooth mathematics
And physics
Impregnated with a spark
Of living light
Beauty
Just
Happens.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
Expressed in whorls
And soft tissue encased
And the fluid foot
In muscular reach,
Elegant as any
So long limbed
And herbivorous.
And what a beautiful
Tactile face
To sense
Moisture’s
Slick vehicle
And slide in silver grace:
The known world tasted
Through a moving salivation.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
5 o’clock sun
Paints
Water colours,
Touches white flecks
With delicate
Brush strokes.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
In the meniscus
The whole reflected world.
Even in the shine
Of the pebbles,
Glossed wet,
There are mirrors
Two fold:
In the painted light
And in the seeing.
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And In the sheen
Of the sea’s damp hold
Stones gleam transformed.
Surfaces everywhere
Like shields,
Like barriers
To hold the selves
Of things,
Make them impervious
And themselves
Entirely.
Stones are whole
Behind their skin,
Behind the thin film
And that,
Reflected on its surface.
And the sea too
Is deep
Below it’s meniscus.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
Lavender,
In silvery swathes
Of purple spires,
Marks midsummer
With every scented
Brush-past.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
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.
Light
Beams
Irresistibly.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
Cooling sun
burns tungsten
on the clouds’ fine filament.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
© Image by Ann Truesdale
Branches burned black
to silhouette
of a carbon footprint.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
© Image by Ann Truesdale
Need I use guiding word
And direction:
The thing – described, imaged,
Processed through the brain of I:
Not here
Where the boiling and molten sky
Directs without narration.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
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