by Steve Tanham
Unremarked, now, I was the way Beneath which water flowed Too deep for market’s harvest Too deep for children’s naked feet Too deep to be the path ❊ Unremarked, now, the truth That ancient numbers wrought In circle-cousins’ arc Would span the deep And bring the bridging way ❊ And did, reflecting here That only dense and sheer resistance Of those dark materials Harvests … Read More Unremarked, now…
by Steve Tanham
You may come this way a thousand times And sense that space of place unfold But it will never speak to you Until your will is mine — Or watch your boots leave prints A lifetime long But they will never lead to you Until your will is mine — Or trace the rising sun Through trees that hiss and leaves that turn … Read More Until your will is mine…
by Steve Tanham
— Rooted firm beneath The icy mists we must endure Mute to understanding ——- ©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017.
by Steve Tanham
No crawling fish, freshly-homed on solid earth looked down and saw these veins of life. Where cells like parchment waited to dissolve on winter soil no mighty lizard paused to swoop and gaze upon these paths of inner life so fine. No ape, nor even brutish magnon, put down club or spear to think on inner waters gone, where perfect flow had been. And … Read More Musk of Dusk
by Steve Tanham
Perverse the eye That sees the wheel And learns to fear That Life can steal — By virtue of The four above We come to life And from it move — Arising bright From distant night We feed and grow And seek to know — Maturing strong Enduring long We make the world Reflect our song — But voice must fade Our notes degrade … Read More Perverse the Eye
by Steve Tanham
Old Man of Fontcalvy — The monk, long served, arises Bathed, through shutter’s lid In single beam of golden light The last such kiss he will receive An echo of that given, late, By parting Father Abbot True friend of forty years Beneath the blocks That now shield ageing flesh From withering sun’s ordeal. — Alone, at last, the old man of Fontcalvy Surveys … Read More Old Man of Fontcalvy
by Steve Tanham
Inspired by an exhibition of Aboriginal art in Narbonne. Image: Milky Way by Louise Numina, 1965 Native Australian Artist — And Life Shall Have Dominion Whatever you can touch You have dominion over Whatever you can touch and move You have power over Be kind to it… – Whatever you can see or hear or smell But cannot touch or move Has dominion over … Read More And Life shall have Dominion
by Steve Tanham
Vivid seeking mind Mutes duality’s weave below To relight home’s path ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
••• Alone in the cracks Gazing skyward smiling back I saw you mock me ••••••• ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
Did she appear then? Sailing green and drinking light Did I sleep before? — ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
Whose life under green? Do shadows dance their partners? Life absorbs the light. ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
Stepping Stones In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Thursday Photo Prompt – Stepping Stones – #writephoto — One, two, three, the dream In fun and seeking sun they came Where two had been and deeper known To newer one the stones of trust were shown The river flows…the waters stream Two, three, one, the flowing dream A different journey is begun As bold and blind, … Read More Stepping Stones – #writephoto
Sun in Gemini 
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