The Whispering Wall

Embedded in the moss of an old wall Are the codes of an ancient language. Like patches of shadow And pockets of mist Untouched by time marching through, They remain lingering Like a silent being, Waiting for a mind to drift into. Historical events have a binding place And the wandering mind Works... Sign in to see full entry.

This vineyard valley Has a steep hillside Which always captures me It is like a mountain Full of old tracks And crumbled stone I've roamed this area Since I was a child Wondering what'd happened there The by-gone Ages Hover like mist And spread outward And sometimes I'm haunted By strange dreams Of... Sign in to see full entry.

One evening The magic of spring Spilled into the corridor. I paused in the hall And opened the door Onto the garden To find the sun Sinking behind the wall. The white roses were aglow Like pale embers Turning into flames. The spirit of spring Rose with the dew And the bluebells In the corners... Sign in to see full entry.

In the steep hills Where the dawn Leans over the mountain My friend lies dead And scattered to the wind. The mighty walls We rested against During the harvest Are piles of stones Whispering of long ago When the wind wanders through. Sometimes in deep weariness I lie down in the long grass, My mind... Sign in to see full entry.

These hills are steep with wisdom They breathe of Age For Time reposes in them In deep meditation. Sign in to see full entry.

Time has several Ages Which merge into layers, Forming an impression, And sometimes One of these layers Grows in strength Like the rays of the sun Lighting a room, And you feel a sense Of long ago In the place around you. Sometimes, a distant Age Has touched the land You are walking through Like a... Sign in to see full entry.

Hall of Memories Down the long hall The figures of people I once knew well Stand blurred Outside their bedroom doors. From the dining room I hear the clock chime. Time runs out For us all. I often heard it Years and years ago Rushing down this corridor With trays and wheelchairs Aware, in the midst... Sign in to see full entry.

Ghost Town It is dusk. The air is cold and salty. The sky's grey-blue Is mirrored in the sea. It is flat Almost like a mirror. The moon melts into it Lighting up the water, Spreading into pieces. They grow darker Into shapes of houses Under the surface. A lantern shines From the depths. I close my... Sign in to see full entry.

This wood is a museum Each tree is a soldier Whose life whispers Through the stem Long ago, this shady wood Was a sea of mud The bones of men Sank like ships Into the murky depths The imprints of their faces, Looks of pain and betrayal Embodied in the soil, Have risen with the trees Their faces in... Sign in to see full entry.

Welsh I've heard it spoken And always stopped to listen I've heard it sung And was breathtaken Soothed and lifted away To some remote place At the back of my mind Where things make sense Words I didn't know Drifted through me And melted me into a shadow My senses soared Like a bird Set completely... Sign in to see full entry.