Thundering and lightning crackled without warning in clear blue skies
the silenced old gods and wise men left only indentations, remembrances
Of psalms and words in the places they’d once stood in so many guises.
In the tall aspen trees above the school yard Jackdaws turned into blackness
©RobCullen2017
Love song to Sarajevo.
A love song should be sung with joy not shame
Yes a love song should be sung with joy
But it is with shame that I write
A love song to Sarajevo.
I hear of the deaths and the blood spilled
And the killing goes on and on and on
And it is with shame that I write
A love song to Garasda.
I heard a Muslim child cry
Rescued but leaving her mother behind
And it is with shame that I write
A love song to Mostar.
I heard from the quietness of our radio
A man cry for his Serb sister, lost and unheard
And it is with shame that I write
A love song to Belgrade.
A Serb speaks of his anger that the world
Has simply turned away and no longer listens
And it is with shame that I write
A love song to Tuzla.
A doctor speaks of the death of the wounded
A hospital bombed and riddled by sniper fire
And it is with shame that I write
A love song to the people.
Love songs should be sung with joy
But my heart is filled with pain.
“Only a blue radiance
on a pane of glass
a cast pattern
none more beautiful
could be dreamt.”
No I am not afraid
Bloodaxe 1985
It is a matter of recognition, of something older. Perhaps cliff edges. Bridges frighten me. I feel a strong urge to jump.
©RobCullen2017
Give me Arabica – Kenya AA or Ethiopian Harrar preferred.
On the last coffee – Harrar – no wonder Arthur Rimbaud lingered so long in Harrar. I have my New Directions 1961 copy of A Season in Hell in front of me.
The untold stories of men who had been sectioned to “lunatic” asylums and then forced from their hospital beds to enlist in the British Army in the First World War.
Letters to The Times 29th February 1917.
WHO is LIUXIA?
“I’d like to thank God for fucking up my life. And at the same time not existing. Quite a special skill.”
Sean Hughes a specialist in his own right.
Died Monday 16th October 2017.
Latest installment of new novel sent off! Meanwhile a storm is blowing through and raging out on the mountain. Now headphones and music on and back to writing.
A poem of remembrance of another day, another time.
Poems, prose, and observations
A Journey of Travels, Teachings, and Truths Told Plainly
Educación, reflexiones y cultura general.
Hi! my name is Sebastian (You can call me Seb!) ...welcome to my Blog. I'm a photographer from Worcester, Worcestershire, England. Thanks for dropping by! I hope you enjoy my work.
Rock & Metal Reviews That Hit Hard
My newest available on Amazon, Lulu, and Barnes and Noble Online
Cats, good books, AI, and religious walking in the city of Sofia
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
Illustrations to make you smile, laugh, and sometimes make you see things from a different perspective 😉
... from a silent space
If your dreams do not scare you, they’re not big enough – Ellen Johnson Sirleaf
Poetry and Flash Fiction
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Carpe Noctem Quod Tempus Fugit!
The home of poetry
Celfypridd 