Clouds

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Clouds Clouds like nymphs fleeting heavenward. High above in childish fantasy, Pictures melting, fast deserting Loosing glory, gaining solitude. Bursting forth as living water. Sometimes grey, looming ominous. Coloured scarlet by dying embers. Broken by light, blue beyond. Where are they going, or coming from? Written Summer 1967 Last weekend I was at the ICEHOTEL, just outside Kiruna, Sweden. It’s …

Rose

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Rose Tall and straight with vestal eye. Sunset embodied in life eternal, Golden charm of folded petal. Coloured scarlet with flaming torch. Virgin purity of snowy white, Or rainbow hues of any in nature. Short and bushy in green confusion. Often chosen with ecstatic movement, Showing love, cherished enchantment, But creature of death to people fallen. This we ask of …