poems

Jump For Joy (Inspired by and dedicated to Jump For Joy! Photo Project)

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First the intent.
Then crouching down,
Amassing, compiling, collecting
Energy in the spring of the self.

Then the trigger point,    unlatched…

Then the uncoiling of the self

A   N   D
T   H   E
S   U   D   D   E    N
W  H   O   O   S   H

As what was contained
Is released
In
A
Wondrous
Expansion,

Where
What
Is
Yet
To
Be
Conceived

Is
In
That
Instant
Possible,

A moment high
And without contrasting force
Or opposition.

The creative act:
The Freedom
To be oneself

And fly
Like we were meant to.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

Inspired by and dedicated to Jump for Joy! Photo Project

May’s Ether

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May’s ether
Expressing in tussle and tumble
Of pale yellowgreen light

And the falling
Which is cascade
Of movement and stillness,

The half way point
Between gravity
And levity’s upward lift,

The plane
In which we manifest
And come to know its beauty.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

Mid May Fragrance

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Mid May cow parsley
Dematerialises in the lightest points
Of its flowers,
Alters reality with Hubris cologne,
Reaches with molecules:
Heaps and loads
The air
With sex,
Sweetens and fills
Sweetens and fills,
Purfumes to intoxicated mix
Of heady, pungent scentliness.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

The Life In My Phone

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In to my phone
I look
As if there was
A life
Held magically inside,
A world
Interesting and full
Of images
And lives lived
So fast
And so newsworthy
And so,
Ever so, momentarily brief.
My eye
Caught for but an instant
Before the
Next colourful thing
Arrives in
An excited flickering
And is
Gone with the very next.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

No Words

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There are no words to describe
the sky’s deep blue intention,
the free thoughts of clouds,
the trees’ monochrome assertion.

Only an image
conveys the actuality of its imagery
and unburdens itself as it’s seen.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

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The Pebbles Soothing

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In the beginning I was sharp:
Hewn and fractured and split.

And there I lay in the elements for an
Eternity, in flicker of night and day.

Little by little I slid, slipped
And was washed to the river

Where I clattered: my edges
Blunted, broken and dulled.

After eons I found the reassuring sea,
Its salt brine sanctuary,

And was drawn in to wave grind
And the constant draw and push

Of each surge and counter rush:
The rolling swish of a billion

Touching stones caressed in fluid
Musicality and thrown high upon the

Tide line, to lie as almost perfect
Spheres; shaped, refined, defined

And rounded to the soothing curves
Of a microcosmic world reflected.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

A Kindness

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To the damaged and oppressed
It lays its gentle hand, its gentle
breath, and asks for nothing.

To the wronged and dispossessed
It understands with a kindly hand
And be’s there without a sound.

To the despised and those dismissed
It offers its warm hand to temper
Loneliness, washing the mind clean

And bringing all to the light of wholeness.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.