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Eyre, Hydra
the meeting of the waters
a fluent spell
dripping to tell...

Very enigmatic, Mat.

Hope there's more on the way... ?

If not, these few words work beautifully together anyway. Doesn't sound like Jack Taylor speaking though...

me again Mat,

Just spent the last hour going back through this thread from the beginning. Should be required reading, at least once per year, like The Old Man and The Sea, or The Little Prince. It started before I joined the forum, and floats up to the top of the poems every now and then – such a rambling, mixed bag of a journal, complete with Lizzy's observations, wonderful poetry from Mat, Cate, Boss, and Diane's story of Gelert the Wolfhound (Snowdonia being where the (now) famous LC Walking Weekend took place - read all about it! )

Thank you to all who were part of this thread for warming me on a lonely day.

XO

tell...

You have been missed here.

I hope you had a wonderful time!!!!

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I.F. I agree I love this thread too, I love the image of Mat and of the group and traveling in the truck, on some kind of wonderful road trip.

Hi Imag Fr. (and Cate)
Those are wonderful comments you posted above
It is lovely for us to be put in the same basket as The old man and the Little prince ! What a compliment to this mob.

I am
"waiting for the miracle to come";

that moment
when mind and words and muse
fuse

into poetry.

They're hovering just beyond;
like Summer's smile
love's kisses
and Autumn's leaf.

Mat.

Lefteris’ bookshop, Hydra

He pulled up a chair for you.
We sat and talked of deeper things,
that retired sea captain and I
sitting at his bookshop desk
spilling coffee, Kazantzakis and Plato
and you listened, quietly.
He knew our "tower of song"
along those cobbled steps
of twists and upward turns
past Lazaro's yellow house and on,
like his cobbled thoughts on Aristotle
who he found incomprehensible,
the hard marble of those classic thinkers;
and he may well know
for he was reading their words
in ancient Greek.

And as for antipodean-neo-platonic Mat?
I suggested their meaning;
a simple
...single-salty drop ...all Ocean;

and in your stunning smile he knew my Seas .


Mat James

Hello Mat, Imaginary and Cate! Yes that trip with antipodean neo-platonic Mat, Adam, Bernard, Lizzy, Switz and Katrin was a lot of fun, back whenever it was. Good of you to dig back through the archives and say such nice things, Imaginary (how flattering for the group to be mentioned in the same breath as The Old Man and the Sea). We did do something sort of similar in reality a month ago, yes:-) We drove through Beddgelert but didn't stop there as it was getting dark on our journey back from climbing Snowdon. Wish you all could have been there. Mat I don't forgive you for being in Europe and not joining us (only joking) (sort of). It is a bit antisocial of me, keeping out of the poetry by forum members section these days, but I had to restrict the sections I visit in this forum or I'd never get anything done. It's as much as I can manage to write in one thread at a time these days. I still sometimes read and appreciate your poems/posts though, all three of you. Merci beaucoup for how you inform and entertain.

Hi Diane.

Mat I don't forgive you for being in Europe and not joining us (only joking) (sort of).

Well.....I almost don't forgive myself
I have no answer that works other than to say that I visited Lonndubh (Brid) in Ireland as the visit fitted beautifully and it was a lovely day.
Whan I gat to Whales I'll daffynitely look ya up.

Regards, Mat

Hi there Mat. Ah, yes, Brid. Earlier in the summer I spent an hilarious afternoon in a pub in Kilkenny with her and some of the other Irish girls. Maybe even if you have met only one person in LC world, you are only at one degree of separation from all the others. I'm sure someone could draw a map like one of those family tree things. Whales? Your friend writes about whales doesn't he. Whales n 'orses. See you next time you fly across the world then:-) Take care.

Kuswadi,

That is a beautiful poem. Come and dwell here.

please do.

I weave through threads of secret rendezvous,
searching for lost lovers
I found my only love, my heart,
still stranded, embedded in rusty blue.

How long is a piece of thread?
I find no flaws
in this tapestry of secret mystery
just scatterings of mystical you

I tie a knot and cut
through rusty blue
Leave this tapestry, my secret misery
and stranded embedded you.

does a waning Moon
scorch the Sun?
does a distant clipper
own the deep blue Sea?

The chair


I'm going to place a board
across the arm-rests
of my chair
on the red sand
by the fire
and I'll write by moonlight
by fire-light
and the full light of day
I'll sit and write
where your naked thighs
could not squeeze

where you straddled me there
on the chair.

The moon has waned
scorched by the sun
the clipper sank in the deep blue sea