by Steve Tanham
The clothes he wears are not his own They dressed the flesh to suit the dead With colours picked from nature’s prime And perfumes rare that round his head Entwine a crown of rule and law In broken pieces whispering of a thread ——- The white ones came and spun the rope That covered tailored blood and green And in his eyes they painted … Read More The Last Tailor
by Steve Tanham
No gardener tends this sea wall Of stone The beauty of these scavengers Of dust not loam And Rock as bed Is all their own A triumph of Being improbable. —— ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham is a writer, mystical teacher and 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
I used to row whenever I could. I found the action joyful and loved the intake of extra oxygen surging around my bloodstream. The feeling of propelling yourself across calm water is a meditative experience filled with sensory delights: the ‘chump’ of the oars breaking the water’s surface tension; the accelerating prow’s quiet roar as it fights the clinging liquid, parting it like a … Read More The tranquility of oars
by Steve Tanham
A test, perhaps, to see who lives till August With mind and heart intact Boiled down, diluted, merged with wet earth In all its sodden tones, from dark to dank. A sense of did that happen? Pale shadows – memories starved of sun Recounting, beer or second wine in hand The glory of that ‘ May, then June, then… This ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen … Read More This, July, Passing
by Steve Tanham
And will we weep while mammon rages. Beyond that silver shore. Heated words in anguished cages Fading, falling, dew so slow Reflecting endless sea With mind that longs for other ages. —- ©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
Like a knife, dividing Bright July from Oncoming storm Where birds of warning Guard the last resort With mocking grey From here is only stone And rocky way Towards the end of land Wise and full of warning Yet ancient-skilled in reach The light of ages searches #Phoetry is a mixing of predominant images and guiding worlds to – in this case – tell … Read More #Phoetry : Old Light
by Steve Tanham
Soft paw from softer body rises Warm tongue licks away the dust A scrawl of cables underlines the difference Between the self contained- The loving organic And human objects of desire… ©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 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
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by Steve Tanham
One god of two, she chooses From the young faces at the bar While he, her husband? To be or not… Long, lean and known to her every wish Smiles into his cigar Did God post the envelope you open with your lips In a reverse of time? And the page within is blank Save … now it says: ‘The page within is blank’ … Read More One god of two
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by Steve Tanham
And is there time in wander wood Or slow, abiding, gentle ‘should’ Without resistance: touch and kiss A reaching for midsummer’s bliss So powerful this May surprise I need not leave my seat – just close my eyes To wander in the wonder wood ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to … Read More Wander Wood #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
Just you and me along the prom As far as eye can see Assuming eye can see at all Within this silent storm We could be settled by a fire With crackle-snap of logs Instead, we tread in sodden pools Could dullness get much higher? This masochistic love of dogs Companions of the heart Is strange to fathom, hard to square Yet, seldom we’re … Read More Just you and me along the prom
Sun in Gemini 
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