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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY
This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Armistice Day, blind, dead, pain, prayers, requiem, thought
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11th HOUR, 11th DAY, 11th MONTH
November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose … Continue reading
BREATH
Fine and insubstantial, separating the Living from the Dead. The hairs on your head are numbered; so too the breaths. Preserved or polluted or neglected, it drags us to our unintended goal; the destiny of all we have protected. Disintegration … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged breath, dead, destiny, disintegration, goal, living, whole
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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY
This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Armistice Day, dead, empty, here, Now, pain, prayers, thought
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GOOD AND EVIL
Evil is the Great Magician which blinds the inner vision the painting on its face disorientates the eye, the quickness of its hand through space deceives the sly. The conjuror peddles his illusions, the world his backdrop and his stage, … Continue reading
