Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: tree
US AND THEM
The tree relaxes therewith no thought of going anywhere. Bird-song-bird.The song is overheard.Perhaps we invent the birds.They might invent usif they could spell.Freak!They don’t even listen when we speak.Just as well. Foolish catplodding around like thatwhat does it think it’s … Continue reading
THE TREE OF MAN
The flowers of the Strangling Figare fertilised by wasps.Its fruit is delightfulto green pigeons, hornbills, macaques,barbets, gibbons and langursand ends up in their guts.From there the seedfinds its way to a moist spoton the canopy of a suitable tree.It germinates … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves Tagged academic, Brother Marx, Chinese, Europe, fig, flowers, food, fruit, hybrid, islamism, Lenin and Stalin, native fauna, Nepal, roots, seed, tree Leave a comment
24 MOLESWORTH ROAD
The end of it all is always the same,the door you go out is the way that you came.What you createdand built in the void,once you’ve vacated,is quickly destroyed.It burns in the gardenis bagged up and binned,discarded debrisa foil for … Continue reading
CHOICE OR NECESSITY?
Twist or turn at every angle.Blister and burn at every tangle.Win or loseeach time you choose.From whose hook is it that you dangle? The end looks very like the start,gain or loss imposed upon you.Molecules all fall apart,skin is cold … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle Tagged blind, choice, fruit, gain or loss, mute, necessity, root, tree Leave a comment
There is the patience of the tree,with feet set fast in earth;buffeted by storms,stripped of leaves by droughts,home to birds and parasites,bored into by beetles and worms,reaching to ever greater heightsuntil sawn and dismembered by men,or turned to a heap … Continue reading
AS YOU SOW SO ARE YOU REAPED
So if you seeyou’re hanging on a treeas someone else’s pear,how did you get there? Solitary Rose.How come it doesn’t realiseit’s the one and only?How come it isn’t lonely?Or even a little melancholy? Exemplary Rose! .
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle Tagged as you sow, Brian Taylor, lonely, melancholy, One, rose, solitary, tree Leave a comment
IN AND OUT OF WINDOWS
“In and out the windowsas we have done before.” Moving in and out of beingstopping just this side of seeing,in and out of life they pass,kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.Each their special shapes they wear,striving on from here to there.From here … Continue reading
“There’s nothing either good or badbut thinking makes it so.” And riding on that apophthegm,to lower worlds they gountil the pain compresses themand makes them scream out, “No!” There is some truth in points of view,that what seems good to … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin Tagged apophthegm, Blondin, fruit, good actions, intend, me, merit, points of view, tree, Truth, you Leave a comment
A TREE CLIMBED OVER THE WALL
A tree climbed over the wallto give us its shade and its cooland asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall. .
Posted in Blondin Tagged Blondin, Brian Taylor, cool, nothing, shade, tree, wall Leave a comment
First year robin sits inside a tree shaped by a storm, lives on its wits, sings through closed beak, plays hide and seek and looks at me. I am neither kestrel nor worm and so an object of mild curiosity. … Continue reading
Posted in Centre Tagged me, robin, tree Leave a comment