Monthly Archives: October 2015

POEM – A GOLDEN BOY BY K J ROLLINSON

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In the ‘Writing Magazine,’ a UK magazine, there is a lady, Alice Chisholm, who invites you to send in your poems for a critique. I have sent the following poem to her. The magazine only comes out once a month, and if my poem does appear I will let you know the critique.

The poem was inspired when a friend and I went to a restaurant, by the sea, and watched this blond boy gazing out to sea and sometimes playing on a rock.

THE GOLDEN BOY

He stood in the moonlight as he called to Jupiter.
I thought him Ariel, a lion cub of God,
with golden mane, limbs pale against the dark of the sea.
I thought him a prince of the waves, Poseidon’s son. 

I watched in awe this golden boy, attune with nature,
as he commanded the restless sea to follow
his rhythmic dance. Naked torso…

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Art Music Poetry #97

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Kicevo, 2010.

Experiment on printed paper.

I rarely comment on the music I put up here.  This one deserves a little explanation.  It turns out I have fallen in love and I hope I do fall in love again.  And I did fall in love a few times and had it not returned, you know what I mean?  So the next time someone falls in love with me, it better be the one I love from afar, the one who already loves me, the one who will never let me go.

What can I do about geography?  Circumstances do not ALWAYS make things work out.  But, not for the same reasons Mr. Waits settles for more drink and not falling in love, and then he falls for the woman who is no longer in the room, at the end, rang a bell with me here today.

Combine that song with this one…

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ODE TO AUTUMN

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Autumn colours

As we slowly slide into Autumn with the first frost of the new season stealing upon us last night I awakened to the sweet crisp chill air. 

This brought to mind a poet whose work I relished as young; snuggled into bed I would read his words aloud, enraptured by their beauty, their cadence; his verse so rich and full in sound and meaning.

Below is a poem by John Keats that captures this season so well. Take a minute or two to read aloud, revelling in his exquisite eloquent Romantic poetry.

Ode To Autumn

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 

        Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

    Conspiring with him how to load and bless

        With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

    To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

        And fill…

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