Last night Alex Jac and I went to Pembrey stargazing. It was a beautiful sky with Venus and Mars very apparent hugging the moon. The sky was amazing and we were lucky enough to see a shooting star before we froze to death.
Now I am not much driven to poetry but this is a masterpiece something that draws a picture:
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
(Graham Edge, Moody Blues)
Of course add the music and you are there.
I don't understand some poetry and am quite happy to acknowledge the fact. It seems to me to be a series of words chosen at random. Likewise there is a lot of "art" I don't get and am not afraid to say so. Anyway each to their own.
The painting is Llansteffan by moonlight on block canvas.
No comments:
Post a Comment