TRIP TO ELTHAM PALACE POEM 12

We look to the outer world to find ourselves. The inspiration of others and externals, such as nature, teach us about ourselves. Vision allows the external object to enter our psyche. Sound allows it too. All the senses give us a part of the world outside us, as interpreted by us alone. Do you like mushrooms? I do. They are a figure of childhood hate for many, due to their texture and strong flavour. This I can imagine, but not experience.

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"To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, to roam the roads of lands remote, to travel is to live." Hans Christian Andersen

Our History​

Seeing you seeing me I see the lines of time, ​

In your eyes are sands that have piled and scattered, ​

My eyes are a mirror that reflects yours,​

The depth as yet a pool not a plain. ​

Breathing, our hearts are combined by their​

Join intent, enjoined in their purpose, ​

Denied they pant and indulged they​

Beat, pulsing through connected veins. ​

Can you see what I feel?​

I believe not, but for you a limb’s movement​

Is indicative of emotion, ​

As if our love were a dance played out by​

Our bodies.​

There is truth in this, ​

But what I see is a man, height, breadth, ​

Intention betrayed but not displayed, ​

Your arms opening but not inviting in truth.​

If I were to run to you, ​

Would you catch me, ​

As your body suggests, ​

Or would you let me fall, ​

As history would suggest. ​

With the rational you are warm, ​

But with the heart and the soul,​

And the mind you are a man removed, ​

To control the thought is to control the body. ​

With such theory I am left untouched, ​

As the rational is mathematical​

And a tool indeed, ​

But it is the soul we aim to feed. ​

"History will be kind to me for I intend to write it." Winston Churchill