on a dusty trail
turn this corner to find the air
drunk with roses
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This poem was written on the way to work and unexpectedly finding some beauty lingering in the air. And, to finish, here’s Cud –
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As a damsel fly
as a damsel fly
takes my arm – her blue eyes
I do
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This poem was written because damsel flies seem rather enamoured of me lately. Dunno why. And, to finish, here’s Tony Joe White –
The Pirouette
the pirouette
blue on the breeze of two
damsel flies mating
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This poem was written as a couple of damsel flies went spinning past me by the lake, in flagrante delicto (which I now find means “in blazing offence”, which is nice). And, to finish, here’s Shocking Blue – the best Dutch pop group (probably) –
As it gets lower
as it gets lower
the summer sun peels the hawk’s shape
out of the sky
This poem was written because watching a hawk hover is pretty hypnotic, I find. And, to finish, aus London, here’s The Yardbirds –
Youth passes, repasses
youth passes, repasses
the smell of water fights
on summer concrete
This poem was written in response to a Proustian moment in the recent warm weather. And, to finish, here’s The Stone Roses, briefly –
