Enough

16th Jun 201916th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture

Not just a pastime, to me

An invigorating swing

of medical English.

Wrapped around

the humanity of

William Carlos Williams

and Cicely Saunders.

Tailing with high gratitude…

and silver lamps of light…

always helping…for no reward.

Yet…alone

how lonely I feel

in the battlefield here.

But new writes spark,

old echoes

from days on the hospital wards

of Manchester.

Drop-dead rains of patient care,

here come the part

a poignant character study…

Sitting in the quite

15th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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Surrounded by people,

floating tea, paragraphs

and ancient calls.

Light conversations inside,

dancing along the lines.

One foot after the other,

watching assumed safety

and dreading a misstep.

Not quite the truth

13th Jun 201913th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture: sometimes I jut cannot do what I am asked to do 🙂

By a falling tree,

soft leathery lies.

Small cracks appear

” Just ignore them”

they said.

Falsehoods of time,

they have no one to turn to.

Only their parents,

once again.

Fade to grey

11th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Pictures

Behind the bright clouds,

a sun on thin ice.

Eyelids – filter

smoke trailed habits,

through cold crisp mornings.

And ripple reflections

of monochrome buildings.

The clouds edge

10th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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A warm day in the city,

say no words.

Time is collapsing

and a sea returning for now.

All to enlarge the circle,

why not?

(a poem of indifference)

The pain of time

8th Jun 20198th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My drawing: reflecting on a past moment this afternoon.

Looking back,

then the two of us

Loop after loop

and running fast.

Now blue slumber,

sprouts thin shadows.

And soft falls the veils,

on the blushing sun.

Walking in the garden with Qu Yuan

7th Jun 20197th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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My drawing: Today is Dragon Boat Festival in China: The Dragon Boat Festival (Duanwu Festival, Duānwǔ Jié, Double Fifth, Tuen Ng Jit) is a traditional holiday that commemorates the life and death of the famous Chinese scholar Qu Yuan (Chu Yuan).The festival occurs on the fifth day of the fifth month on the Chinese lunisolar calendar. So…I sketched this drawing of Qu Yuan (a poet and politician)

I did not know you last night,

then the doctors and nurses

….. the souls of China….

told me about your mountain spirit

and banners of cassia.

So I thought of bamboo groves,

and sky still unseen.

And how the thunder rumbles

and rain darkens

after all these years.

daydream

6th Jun 20196th Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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a very, weary day flies

sailing in concrete seas

with deep sleep a faint howl

cherished dreams take flight

Impressions

2nd Jun 20192nd Jun 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

http://www.nme.com/news/music/lcd-soundsystem-bring-american-dream-berlin-kick-off-european-tour-2134418

That’s how it starts
walking in the middle of now, here.
LCD Soundsystem,
and an easy morning sun.

A northern shimmer,
deep inside a faded city.
And the animal in me,
already in the birth of a new moment.

Gloria

28th May 201928th May 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Not just a pastime, to me

An invigorating swing

of medical English.

Wrapped around

the humanity of

William Carlos Williams

and Cicely Saunders.

Tailing with high gratitude…

and silver lamps of light…

always helping…for no reward.

Yet…alone

how lonely I feel

in the battlefield here.

But new writes spark,

old echoes

from days on the hospital wards

of Manchester.

Drop-dead rains of patient care,

here come the part

a poignant character study…

Surrounded by people,

floating tea, paragraphs

and ancient calls.

Light conversations inside,

dancing along the lines.

One foot after the other,

watching assumed safety

and dreading a misstep.

By a falling tree,

soft leathery lies.

Small cracks appear

” Just ignore them”

they said.

Falsehoods of time,

they have no one to turn to.

Only their parents,

once again.

Behind the bright clouds,

a sun on thin ice.

Eyelids – filter

smoke trailed habits,

through cold crisp mornings.

And ripple reflections

of monochrome buildings.

A warm day in the city,

say no words.

Time is collapsing

and a sea returning for now.

All to enlarge the circle,

why not?

(a poem of indifference)

Looking back,

then the two of us

Loop after loop

and running fast.

Now blue slumber,

sprouts thin shadows.

And soft falls the veils,

on the blushing sun.

I did not know you last night,

then the doctors and nurses

….. the souls of China….

told me about your mountain spirit

and banners of cassia.

So I thought of bamboo groves,

and sky still unseen.

And how the thunder rumbles

and rain darkens

after all these years.

a very, weary day flies

sailing in concrete seas

with deep sleep a faint howl

cherished dreams take flight

That’s how it starts walking in the middle of now, here. LCD Soundsystem, and an easy morning sun.

A northern shimmer, deep inside a faded city. And the animal in me, already in the birth of a new moment.

Another bus journey to work,

Vivaldi in my ears.

Stretching long on the dewy ground,

reflecting the early morning peace.

A ‘D’ major moment,

That’s how it starts
walking in the middle of now, here.
LCD Soundsystem,
and an easy morning sun.

A northern shimmer,
deep inside a faded city.
And the animal in me,
already in the birth of a new moment.