BlogHide Resteemstimsanderson (49)in poetry • 6 years agoThe Emperor's Nude ClothesHumanity will end, For all things must and do. This is not news. We are not masters of the Earth Nor even of ourselves. We are fruit on a branch of the tree of life: Budded, blown…timsanderson (49)in poetry • 6 years agoTorGranite, Standing, Stacked. Two hundred and thirty million years On the roof of the world, Counting the years as seconds. Sounding the atomic kisses of raindrops. Sun warm, frost hard, The…timsanderson (49)in life • 6 years agoMaking Artists Willow CharcoalMaking charcoal for drawing using Goat Willow (Salix Caprea) in the woods in Norfolk, England.timsanderson (49)in steemit • 6 years agoCan't find the exit?timsanderson (49)in poetry • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Lovesmith’s SongI laid down my broken sword, By the sweet soft pads of your feet. We lit a fire so deep in the forge, Wrought truth and beauty from love With our hammers and tongues. We folded the iron of my…timsanderson (49)in poetry • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Body of Christ, Blood of ChristStone before earth, Earth before flesh, Flesh before bread, Bread given life. ⠀⠀ Air before water, Water before blood, Blood before wine, Wine given life. ⠀⠀ We took in the grandness, the…timsanderson (49)in photography • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Hannah HauxwellAs I screwed up the old newspaper for lighting the woodburner this morning, with the snow falling heavy outside and the East wind worrying the tin roof, I happened upon an obituary for Hannah…timsanderson (49)in poetry • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.RooksRooks in the bare tops Of the die-back ash. Thinking of nothing, With no judgement to pass. Tasting the thermals, The gossiping air. Waiting contented, Transcendent of care.timsanderson (49)in art • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Artist as Shaman"The bridge back to the archaic shamanic function of the artist..." I have been thinking a lot about the role of the artist of late and my own long, troubled and winding journey as an artist. I…timsanderson (49)in life • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Artist as Shaman"The bridge back to the archaic shamanic function of the artist..." I have been thinking a lot about the role of the artist of late and my own long, troubled and winding journey as an artist. I…timsanderson (49)in life • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Ouch..."And who are we to save humanity? On what authority? I can never concieve myself as a savior, as a messiah, because these are all ego trips. Who am I to save you? If I can save myself, that is…timsanderson (49)in life • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Sound Of MullStone before earth, Earth before flesh, Flesh before bread, Bread given life. Air before water, Water before blood, Blood before wine, Wine given life.timsanderson (49)in life • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Memorial BenchA commission to make a bench, to be sited under a tree planted in memory of a much loved wife, mother and grandmother. I was reminded of a tree that fell in the Clay Pit Woods during a summer…timsanderson (49)in life • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Flowers In The Dark NightFlowers in the dark night, The seed within you waits... Rain is falling hard now, The hour has gotten late. Storm cast and shaken, Upon rough seas boiled... Deep in each frightened unmet…timsanderson (49)in poetry • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Flowers In The Dark NightFlowers in the dark night, The seed within you waits... Rain is falling hard now, The hour has gotten late. Storm cast and shaken, Upon rough seas boiled... Deep in each frightened unmet…timsanderson (49)in poetry • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Slow Roasting LoveFrom a halo round the dream of a God Beyond thought or logic Or the calculus of insanity, Risen from the ashes of the world At the end of history Into the inexhaustable furness of now. Dreamt…timsanderson (49)in life • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Theory Of EverythingLove is the full and kind acceptance of ones-self, with all its shadow and light. Love is bringing all your power, art and mastery, all your shame, weakness and fear as an offering to the…timsanderson (49)in life • 7 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.The CountingLove as hard as ever you can, For dust will always gather, And youth mostly squandered leaves fast its mess, Empires rot and scatter to the winds, All fine cloth and silks to the moths, Gold's…resteemedredkelders (27)in life • 7 years agoTiny and MightyFive years ago this morning, I had just given birth. The tiniest of babies ripped me ferociously apart and shot out into my gladdening hands. I lifted her to my chest and she immediately pushed…resteemedredkelders (27)in poetry • 7 years agoLast Night On The HeathIt seems useless to expect the future will be anything like the past. Nothing is ever the same. Every cell in these bodies dies and is reborn every seven years. And besides there is only the…
