Away from life's bustle; the canal is private,
peaceful,
slow.
More than a mans castle,
a barge is a home,
a sanctuary,
a way of life.
In a community,
the canal lives with in you,
it becomes your very heart and soul.
Running at 4 miles an hour,
patience is king!
Go where you like,
stay awhile,
then move on.
Take heed,
get involved and you might never leave
EAST RIDGE
EAST RIDGE
From here I can see for miles and miles -
but you can not see me.
I can hear many things but they do not hear me.
Upon my hill,
up on my ridge I am king of all before me.
I am lord of all I survey -
but you don't know that
In denial
I've been in Seine -
In France
So I guess I'm going to have to go to Egypt
To be in de Nile
Silence
Gibber jabber gibber jabber, all the time!
It's like silence has been uninvented.
Noise seeps through the walls and into my brain.
No silence here because...
...because, silence is a crime!
Noise...
From a TV from downstairs
From an aeroplane in the sky
...and maybe from distant train.
Noise distracts.
Silence is now a sin!
No 'dead air',
no 'pregnant pauses'
Do the dead rest in peace?
Silence is not allowed!
Anyway; when you have silence you can hear yourself think,
you can reason with that fellow in your head, (Whoever he or she might be!)
Silence allows you to sort things out,
maybe make a plan.
Who'd want silence anyway?!
Colours
Yellow skies and blue fields.
In the stillness,
The green clouds skirt across the colourless yellow nothing.
A blank canvass in red
The black sun; hidden in the cloudless yellow sky
Intensifying the yellow as it hides
Blacker than blue.
Yellow in front of me and...
Blue behind.
And what of the white?
White birds flit amongst green motionless clouds
White birds
In grey trees,
Under yellow skies and blue fields
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