soundofmanywaters

* "New" means new to this blog. Some of these were written years ago but were never published. Some needed a lot of updating! Patterns Holy and undivided Trinity Three persons are a perfect unity Giving yourself in love eternally One to another giving, majesty Forever moving, though immutably, Pouring yourselves away all sinlessly Giving yourself in love eternally None reaches up to press for primacy No shade when light is shed so liquidly Can find a masking place: all holily Three persons are a perfect unity A stillness pulsing with all energy A giving that reverses entropy Action unblemished, thought a radiancy Holy and undivided Trinity Love is the name of God, and lovelily Three are composed of One, and One of Three Love, joy and peace embrace infinity Giving yourself in love eternally Three persons are a perfect unity Holy and undivided Trinity… The Clown If I must inhabit Venus’ happy court I would be her jester, Make her joys my sport. I’d threaten all the lovebirds To...

Bottom, A New Orpheus, The Clown Bottom I hope that others look on me as deep, Witty, perhaps, serene and debonair: But I’m known by the company I keep And I’ve got you behind me everywhere. Others I try to approach with dignity To give a good impression to their mind: I turn to go, another view of me Presents – yours is the face I leave behind. My softest paper shows consideration, I faithfully transport you to the loo: Why must you interrupt my conversation And air what hardly passes for your view? Prelates and professors, potentates, Please don’t look down on me for my poor bottom: Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, and William Gates, And Taylor Swift - you all know you’ve got ‘em. Almighty Lord, that has made all things well, You know the secrets that we try to hide. You know it’s bad for us when egos swell: You gave us bottoms to bring down our pride. A New Orpheus The Muse is a flighty bird and proud Who stays half hidden in her high cloud, Will not flit down and talk to those Who would be ...

SoundofManyWaters Collection 9: Relating Furies and Gorgons, Bone of my Bone, Semaphore, Bearing the Image     Furies and Gorgons   Blusterless Agamemnon The wind gone from your sails Buy a fair breeze With your daughter’s blood And get a hurricane With talons in it.   Medusa rises from the abyss With serpents rising from her hair Each slithering shape gazing With the face of the oppressed: Despised daughters, belittled Sisters, grieving mothers, Abandoned widows and Rejected lovers.   Quick, Perseus! Raise your mirror before their stares Strike home into your stony heart.     Semaphore   Somewhere we lost the knowing of each other We made an image, stuck it on a shelf. Now you are left so many lies to smother And I must labour on to lose myself.   Now mountains rise between us, gaunt and high And no-one knows what we are waiting for. Who will be first to scale them,...