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by Steve Tanham
No sooner bloomed than fallen The soft and playful petals Lie contrast, on the charcoal stone Premature to human eye A zenith passed too soon For mind of man seeks solace In what endures in form the most But nature’s love can last a single Beat of yellow heart upturned Then, like the memory of fine wine Enjoyed with friends of heart And eyes … Read More No sooner bloomed than fallen
by Steve Tanham
When the settee to the phone Is half-hearted … and alone And you ring it back, but only in your mind —- If you sit and hold the minute And the people who aren’t in it And wonder how to harvest Passing time —- Does a ghostly alter-presence Steal your silenced effervescence And delightfully rehearsed Excuse or ten? —- When your eyes refuse to … Read More The Moment
by Steve Tanham
(📩 140 words, poetry, a four-minute read) The last car, angry, leaves the sloping bank Bullets from rubber as gravel flies Inside, warring words, a hiss of parting Then gone… ◽️◽️ ◽️ Devoid of jagged sound, our ears extend The tiny hum of far-off workers’ journeys Streaming home, their day is done ◽️◽️◽️ Save those last few miles, then softer, glorious home A place … Read More And the shore is mine…
+ #Phoetry, #Silenti, landscapes, Life and Death, Photographic techniques, Photography, Places and Prose, Poetry
by Steve Tanham
Voice of war from a wizened tower Orchestrating irony, avoiding boulders An iron stave of howling notes Issues forth. And throws its force of straightening iron, Slick by rocks that tear and sands that grind To arm the ninety, ready soldiers of the right Angled mage-like, she guides her seeing out to sea And does not deign to turn and watch the curves Of … Read More Led by Bent Metal #Phoetry
by Steve Tanham
©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
by Steve Tanham
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
+ #Poetry, #Silenti, Consciousness, English Lake District, esoteric psychology, Mystical poetry, Photography, Poetry
by Steve Tanham
Without the autumn I could not know the spring. The fulsome green, harmonic To elegance of death by colour, Made crisp by failing light. – Without the winter I could not know the summer’s Smile, written in the dance of life Zenith’d with burning Sun Born, frozen in the still of ice. – Without the spring I could not know the autumn’s Parting glory, … Read More Only the Eye that Sees
+ #Silenti, landscapes, Mystery Schools, nature, Photographic techniques, Photography, Poetry, Seasons of the year, Silent Eye School
by Steve Tanham
There is a wildness to these last days of May; an energy long pent-up that rushes from the thrusting ground to meet the brightness of the glowing clouds… The whole locked in some exotic equilibrium, one pushing, the other pulling, until, racing past the middle of June, they sight the shimmering solstice. ©Stephen Tanham 2022 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, … Read More When the sky grows
+ #Silenti, Consciousness, esoteric psychology, Mystery Schools, Mystical poetry, Photographic techniques, Photography, Poetry, Silent Eye School
by Steve Tanham
They live concealed within the ebb and flow of life recycled. That very nature is why they are so hard to find. The extraordinary hidden in plain sight… Their camouflage is the blindness caused by seeing what we saw, before, and not what is before us. A spell so strong, it takes our will to see it, differently. To reach into what seems to … Read More The Quiet Places
+ #Poetry, #Silenti, Consciousness, Mystical poetry, Photography, Poetry, Seasons, Four Seasons, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
by Steve Tanham
To a deeper sun I felt I had respondedSoft light behind the eyesLike crossing tidal lines upon a beachA scent, a fleeting touchA feeling words can seldom reachThe light like artist’s silk upon the breezeI struggle to define this placeOr point a finger at its heartSave that it was as far again from summerAs summer is from winterAs entered space yields motion Whose duration … Read More A Deeper Summer
+ #Poetry, #Silenti, Consciousness, Mystical poetry, Photography, Poetry, Seasons, Four Seasons, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
by Steve Tanham
A circulating seedThat knows no deathFinds purchase in the soilOf spring’s awakened greenAnd in the silky, shortest nightExplodes. Born a child of solstice lightThe summer’s lust for lifeEmbeds itself withinThe coalescing heart of flowerTo fall as seed returnedThe forms of life are eatenBaked and rolled As harvest yields tomorrow And bonfires mark the end of lightCasting free this single sparkProjected, angel brightInto the heart … Read More Summer’s Retort
by Steve Tanham
The heat, it must have been the heatThat teased and turned my stepsThat stepped a different thrust and beatA moan of limbs on fire where once were feet. The green, it must have been the greenThat cooled me in a light I’d never drunkThat drank me in a way that drew a sighSurrendering to what, before, I had not seen.Into the trees; I went … Read More Green Fingers
Sun in Gemini 
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