poetry

I know there are people who: stop learning early in life; are religious; vote conservative; damage the environment; hurt people physically and mentally; don\’t like animals; own few books and read none. But I wish I didn\’t.

You can\’t cross the same river twice. Or see the same wave twice. Or the same sunset. Or the same cloud. And you can\’t live the same life twice.

When you are a child you wish childhood was much shorter. When you are an old man you wish it had been longer. When you are a child you envy those a few years older than you, closer to adulthood. When you are an old man you envy those a few years younger.

When faced with a maths exam at school I would stare blankly at the page, panic levels rising. A page full of incomprehensible symbols, equations, puzzles, conundrums. No way I could avoid getting them all wrong. No hope of getting a single one correct. Like doing the exam of life really.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o\’er vales and fens, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of azure Fairy Wrens; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. …… For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They

Fragments of DNA, fragments of objects, fragments of stories, fragments of lives.

Most thoughts, ideas, pensees, fall into the brain like individual snowflakes falling onto warm ground and instantly evaporating. But sometimes the snowflakes of an idea accumulate, and just beg to be made into a snowman.

If a blog post falls in the forest and there is no one to read it does it really fall at all?