Monday, 2 March 2015

Some Days

Some days
No matter
How hard you try
You just aren't able to
Crawl out of the sadness
Find your goodness
Be that radiant light

No matter how hard
You kick your Doc Martens
At life, it just kicks right back
... with steel toed work boots

I believe in cycles
In the ebbing and flowing
Of mystical, magical
Cosmic energies
Of catching that
Perfect wave
And riding it in

But some days
The motion is 
So very slow
And the emotion 
I am trying 
To flow with 
Heavy and heartless

Like that giant wave 
The one that comes 
Out of nowhere 
Crashing against you
Just As you turn 
Your back on that
Vicious capricious sea
Submerging you
Hurling you 
Through vast
Murky waters
Until it tosses you 
Bruised and shaken
On some sandy beach 
But with less confidence
Less surety of purpose, 
Less  poise

Some days 
There are just too many 
Crashing waves

Some days like today

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Thinking of Ferlinghetti

Because I find myself
Of stars
Of night
Of dark nights
Of the soul

And eternity
And struggle
And the embrace
Of life
Of love
Of movements
Not in our control

And San Francisco
And City Lights
And books
And bookstores
And all bookstores 

And Beat Poets
And all Poets
Of you
Of your poet's soul
Of your words
Of your great heart

Of oceans
Of time
Of heartbeats
Of drifting Ley lines
Of your love
Of your desire

And Waiting
And Ferlinghetti


The Plough of Time

Night closed my windows and
The sky became a crystal house
The crystal windows glowed
The moon
shown through them
through the whole house of crystal
A single star beamed down
its crystal cable
and drew a plough through the earth
unearthing bodies clasped together
couples embracing
around the earth
They clung together everywhere
emitting small cries
that did not reach the stars
The crystal earth turned
and the bodies with it
And the sky did not turn
nor the stars with it
The stars remained fixed
each with its crystal cable
beamed to earth
each attached to the immense plough
furrowing our lives

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Sing Me Home

Sing Me Home

Journal Entry

It feels as though
I won't
Make it to the end.
I am wracked
With melancholy
My soul
is restless
And flat
Slightly apart
It's like a circus act
About to go horribly wrong
How far is the fall
My head is filled
With voices
Angry shouting
Soft cajoling
And still
I just want you
To sing me home

(c) Robin Dalton 
24 December 2014

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Spring Tulips

"Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunday, 29 September 2013

Tonight You Belong to Me (Cover) - Me and my 4 y.o.

It was just too cute and a bit heartwarming to watch the interaction between this father and daughter. I had just had to share...

Wednesday, 21 August 2013


 I am excited about this new book to a wonderful series by Lynn Shepherd. Don't forget to check out her earlier books if you haven't already!

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