Tag Archives: philosophy

Train

July 6, 2019England, Life, philosophy, poem, PoetryEngland, Life, philosophy, poem, poetry, trainThe Cheesesellers Wife

Rails clack and clatter
as we roll round the back of houses
(each garden accidentally revealing it’s owner)
drawing out into the un-urban

English green fields, scruffy stations
and level-crossings blur past
yet the horizon crawls

All personal sense of hurry lulled
a bubble of contemplation forms
distantly observing passing scenery
my mind drifts to places past
and places future

To walk among ruins

May 15, 2019archeology, history, philosophy, poem, Poetryarcheology, history, philosophy, poem, poetry, ruinsThe Cheesesellers Wife

To walk among ruins is to realize the fragility of life
To connect with those who came before
To observe commonalties,
To puzzle at differences
To marvel at ingenuity
To hear their voices echoed in stones that have stood for thousands of years
Inevitably, to misunderstand the message

Re-blogged from 2016

Friday poem: Second Fig

April 5, 2019Friday Poem, humour, philosophy, poem, PoetryEdna St. Vincent Millay, Friday Poem, Guest poem, humour, philosophy, poem, poetry, second figThe Cheesesellers Wife

Safe upon the solid rock

the ugly houses stand:

Come and see my shining palace

built upon the sand!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950)

Poem: The Future

February 20, 2019humour, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryfuture, humour, philosophy, poem, poetry, timeThe Cheesesellers Wife

A falling man
knows his

I reach out
gingerly

to a future
made by choices

not all of them
mine

The Third of three………..

Poem: The Present

February 16, 2019humour, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryhumour, Life, philosophy, poem, poetry, timeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Time’s linear line
always onward

when did this future
become my present?

a gift I didn’t want
but cannot

ever
return

The second of three…………

Poem: The Past

February 13, 2019Life, philosophy, poem, PoetryLife, philosophy, poem, poetry, timeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Bodies move forward
yet minds can wander back

to sepia times
black and white beginnings

past loves
not so ancient terrors

the present
is a gift

The first of three…………

Poem: Sun dogs

January 26, 2019nature, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Scienceenvironment, Life, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Not the sun itself
but phantom stars in the day.
Mother star’s puppies, mock suns,
illusions as the Sun plays
with high soaring crystals of ice,
they light the horizon.
So illusions of celebrity brighten myriad lives,
but only on the margins.

Sun dogs all.

What is a poem?

January 12, 2019PoetryHenri Cole, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Small snapshot of the soul
a moment of being
no monetary gain
yet profit
something that wasn’t there before
now illuminates
is alive

Inspiration from Henri Cole and my various readers and poetry blogging friends. Lets make 2019 a good one for poetry.

Hope

January 5, 2019philosophy, poem, Poetryhope, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

The grounds for hope?
Simply that we don’t know
what will happen next
the unlikely and unimaginable
transpire quite regularly.
Whether this happens?
Is up to you and me.

Iceberg

December 15, 2018beauty, Life, nature, philosophy, poem, Poetrybeauty, climate change, iceberg, Life, nature, Ocean, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Icebergs, refracting blues and greens
as if gigantic gemstones,
and the deep massy ever moving ocean
exist symbiotically
made of the same substance
but separate entities
each enigmatic, inscrutable.

Icebergs lie in wait for unsuspecting ships,
their increased calving into the ocean
augur the doom of Antarctic ice sheets
and so of coastal cities and those within.
Yet their ice is open to light
sparking endless variations in it’s aspect,
while ocean depths are veiled by waves and opacity.

Differences simply born of lack of heat,
each is part of our blue planets girdling seas
as are we, in all our different complexities.