About Song Writing

What happens to structure and balance when a writer composes music; Does there have to be adherence to the questions unknown where there are really no answers that define its plan. Where is the linking of content; the coherence of the line of argument. How does one understand the difference between active and passive voice? Is it both past and in present tense? When is knowing shared and when does my brain tell my heart what it needs my ears to hear… Perhaps it's the words which come from your lips that make the meaning become so clear. Writing a … Continue reading About Song Writing

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Still

By the seasideAlong with the books you gift me. With thoughts that catch on fireThe way they burn to beautiful. Like the white ashAt the tip of a flame. The sound of your voice It's never too much. Our conversations cherished Like leaves pressed Between book pages kept. And your poetry That slips into the veinsOf leaves. I love that And I am grateful for you Still. Continue reading Still

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Pendine Sands

It was J’s birthday as we awoke for the day. We were in Laugharne. There we listened from the harbour and the nearby sea. We found an abandoned beach. It appeared to be near an old military training base, but it was not occupied. Maybe it was not in use or perhaps it was Sunday.  How could such a beautiful place be so empty?  The places that we go are amazing and the names of places we travel to have a certain dignity. The same way abstract words such as glory, honor and hallow are named along these villages to … Continue reading Pendine Sands

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Bird, Beast and Buttercup

So there is a field of buttercups we sometimes walk through. It reminds me of the morning. This morning there was an aching for you in my mind. Buttercups come to mind golden and glowing as though if kissed by sunlight just for us to walk through.   When I was a child, I placed a buttercup under my chin; amazed by its reflection.  How time passes. Let us just sit in the grass, letting time slip away from us. Block out the world all except you and I.   You are my central core of fire from which I was … Continue reading Bird, Beast and Buttercup

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Lake Country House Retreat

Came to the Welsh country. It was in the South; West Glamorgan and below the Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountains and near the east of Pembrokeshire.  It’s where we will live for nearly the whole of our life. I was summoned home to Wales by your alchemy with verses of love poems and translations from French.  Sometimes there seems to be a precipitated dramatic change at times. A retreat perhaps is needed. Do we long to return to the innocence of pre-existence? Is it the soul that is in us that exiles and aches to go back home, to regain … Continue reading Lake Country House Retreat

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