two hundred and ten degrees: ‘so far off…’
Crinan Wood ~ Alexi Murdoch Every now, and again. Something, reminds. Me, of you. A story, a song. Some long, forgotten. Smile. Fading, residue. Of sun. As night, swells. With … Continue reading
two hundred and nine degrees: ‘letting love grow…’
Do What You Do ~ Noah and The Whale we celebrate, today birth, and freedom one man, rising from shackles, to father a rainbow, nation. * and you. a mother, … Continue reading
two hundred and eight degrees: ‘silent devotion…’
Angels ~ The XX Clouds, float. Still liquid, mirrors. Zen pool, of sky. Reflecting. Quiet, peace. The gentle, birth. Of another, day. Promising. Rich, possibility. Life, so alive. With magic. … Continue reading
two hundred and seven degrees: ‘turn up the flame…’
She’s A Star ~ James Siting in, a field. Waiting for, the moon. To rise. While sheep, gently grazing. Cautiously, keep watch. Over me, and the cats. As a hawk, … Continue reading
two hundred and six degrees: ‘keep dancing on…’
Tightrope ~ Janelle Monáe (feat. Big Boi) Somewhere, a girl. Is singing. Birds join, in chorus. Joyful that, the dawn. Has risen out, of night. This timeless, equilibrium. We take, … Continue reading
two hundred and five degrees: ‘clouds in my eyes…’
Daniel ~ Elton John Driving, home. The afternoon, fades. To evening. I count, my many. Blessings. The moon, rising. Low. Close to, the earth. Celestial, siblings. Bonded, by gravity. And … Continue reading
two hundred and four degrees: ‘see your fortune lie…’
Partnership H.P. ~ Xavier Rudd Sparkling dew, dawn diamonds. Rise, through mist. Each, drop. A crystal, ball. The universe, contained. Up side, down. And still. As true, as this. As … Continue reading
two hundred and three degrees: ‘as if death itself…’
Blinding ~ Florence + The Machine I used, to be. Afraid. Of skeletons, and skulls. Buried bones, sealed in soil. Their secrets, whispering. Haunted, like my heart. Used, to be. … Continue reading
two hundred and two degrees: ‘pressure you built…’
Identity ~ Austra Begins, a beautiful morning. Door swung, open. To greet, the radiant. Dawn. Sweet, with sheep. And potential. Yet, I’m curled. In muscular, knots. Head, neck and shoulders. … Continue reading
two hundred and one degrees: ‘hopefully learning…’
More Than This ~ Roxy Music Late, afternoon. Sun, like honey. Beaming. Oak leaves, trading. Gold, for green. As fields, begin. To shoot. Spreading autumn’, emerald. Carpet across, the hills. … Continue reading
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