Poetry
The Writing

–I have just finished my fifth book of poems, entitled  Awareness, here is the title poem:

AWARENESS

Being,
Present:
Open
Awareness
Without imposition,
Listening
To this consciousness
Becoming
From connection,
This reflection
Of without, within.
Whole
Not separate,
A rhythm
Of dancing
That is Life.

See the book: Awareness

 

My other four books of poetry: – Please contact me directly if you would like to purchase one of these books.

LOVE, ABSTRACTION AND OTHER SPECULATIONS

WEAVERS

A thousand tiny intonations
Criss-crossing in pastel shades
To make up this delicate pattern;
Moods and feelings
Interpreted, understood
And misunderstood.
Each word perfects
Or destroys a pattern-
It is our lot
To weave continuously,
Trying ceaselessly
To complete a design-

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See the book: Love, Abstraction and Other Speculations

BEYOND ME

Beyond me
Tenderness,
Love
Like hope
In Spring’s first sunshine
Lighting both dust and bud
Both fragile with time
And full
As a heart
Remembering.
Life,
Love
For the sharing
Like scent
Upon the softest breeze
Enfolding
That hope upon joy
Like birdsong
Forgiving.
Now
Love,
For the giving
Like flowers
Painting the world
Unthinking
Just loving.

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See the book: Beyond me

PERSPECTIVES

BUMBLEBEE

The Bumblebee refuses to believe
It cannot fly.
It will not be argued out of the sky
By the laughter of birds;
To itself it murmurs
“Gravity is a heaviness in the heart of man;
What I am
Needs no explanation,
Language brings limitation.
All debate and description
Is but a circumscription.
That cannot contain the universe”.

The humble bee;
This anomaly,
Catches a breath of breeze,
Buzzes happily
And Flies
High,
God’s lesson for all
Who wish to see…

(In the 1930s, French entomologist August Magnan noted that the bumblebee flight is actually impossible according to the laws of physics)

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See the book: Perspectives

TEMPORALITY

In this forest
I begin to comprehend time,
Caught between present and eternity
And ancient memory.
The murmur of the stream
Framing eternity
In moment
The whisper of breeze
Vibrating leaves
Giving form to light
To the delight of birds.

Temporal and timeless,
The presence of centuries
And seconds
Now beckon
Across memories
Beyond the dreams of men
A context of eternity,
Passage and renewal

See the book: Temporality

One Comment

  1. “Phillip Pulfrey is perhaps the greatest living poet”