Each drop of water is precious, Each has been here before. Every drop of water is timeless, they are souls that return again and again not to the worlds they know, but to the worlds they are, that are within them. Always here, whether as rain, dew, lake, ocean, sea – Whether they fall from the heavens …
Watch the moon rise ignite the fireflies its gradual ascent beckons my soul’s undercurrents… Diamond stars flicker and twinkle; small reminders I am a galaxy my planes know no gravity I could fly if I wanted to. 03 July 2020
Huh? I was saying – You know what, forget it. Because I did. Forget…it. What was it, again? I don’t know, you didn’t – Well, we were talking about … Right! Wait, that wasn’t…it. It was… Hmm. What was it? I don’t know. I guess we’ll never know what it was.
You’ve given me such a great gift, and the best part is you don’t even know – funny how a word, a gesture, a kind or selfless act has the power to change a life. And yours, it’s changed mine – now I look at it differently. And one day, I’ll thank you, maybe even …
Like music we are, all of us – notes first here and then gone… Born of wayward inspiration, our legacy is our song. And here is where the music plays, there aren’t often many who listen. But here are the times when others sway… Captivating, powerful forces – elemental frisson. Instruments and voices, rise as …
I sparkle. And shine, glint, and glitter; I twinkle and glisten, I am brilliant, blazing like light, like sun, like fire. I shimmer, bright and lustrous as sunlight striking gold. Luminous, vivacious; Like stars, like diamonds – I am gleaming, scintillant… I glow. 29 November 2019
I have some trouble telling people all my “used-tos,” It leads down this rabbit hole of more things I used to do, think, be, say, see. And it seems like I have issues, but honestly, they’re more like Editions… every one more distinct than its predecessor, and each a different minefield to navigate. I used …
I love all the squiggles, scratches, scrawls, scribbles carets and paragraph marks unexpected brackets, write-overs, and random annotations that swirl boldly through most of my handwritten work. They all highlight mistakes, yet also remind how quickly the mind moves to make sense of all its random, unordered chaos and then create art from it. Inspiration …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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