LAP IT UP
5 A.M. ;
Animals of Forest,
to the side,
of this Northern landscape
I hear;
are quiet.
Some hibernating,
some will have to hang on in;
Quite and Dark,
no Wind.
A car,then,
on The Aways; Why? What? At this hour?
Through open
attic studio window,
hear nothing now.
This is my Home then,
Northern Domicle
Freshening!
An Orbit;
A long Sommer.
EARTH
has turned the corner?
I accept the change,
another season then!
So!
They are rubbing
their hands!
The Utility Company.
And will lap it up!
For some time.............:
welcome to the painterly world of this poet of these Isles feel free to dive in and explore this domain of empirical endeavors!
Monday, 10 October 2016
Wednesday, 5 October 2016
And Autumn
............Some trees;
leaves already a hint of red,
.............yellow and brown.
Bristle then in the Breeze.
Green is the Conker
with a spike,
Children
back to school !
Merchant traders Make
a Mint,
out of that.
Mothers spent.
And an old man
takes an irish coffee.
To remember days
of lifting stone.
Of Crayfish Caught,
from a Beck...........:
leaves already a hint of red,
.............yellow and brown.
Bristle then in the Breeze.
Green is the Conker
with a spike,
Children
back to school !
Merchant traders Make
a Mint,
out of that.
Mothers spent.
And an old man
takes an irish coffee.
To remember days
of lifting stone.
Of Crayfish Caught,
from a Beck...........:
Friday, 30 September 2016
On the Cusp
Autumn then
is here, in the North.
There is a chill
to the Air.
The Sky
remains Blue,
with some Cloud,
but my Nose ran.
Mr 'Bottletwist' then
of an eve, these nights,
with Raw Whisky
to a beaker!
My Garden,
which is small,
to the front,
is void of buzzing things!
I have come indoors
with a radiator.
Taken to video streaming
and hot Coffee.
To 'Vape' and other stuff.
Like Heart Fags!
With an image printed.
But I do not mind.....
Christmas is coming!
is here, in the North.
There is a chill
to the Air.
The Sky
remains Blue,
with some Cloud,
but my Nose ran.
Mr 'Bottletwist' then
of an eve, these nights,
with Raw Whisky
to a beaker!
My Garden,
which is small,
to the front,
is void of buzzing things!
I have come indoors
with a radiator.
Taken to video streaming
and hot Coffee.
To 'Vape' and other stuff.
Like Heart Fags!
With an image printed.
But I do not mind.....
Christmas is coming!
A Painting
Title:-
'Black Holed Sun'.
Painted in April of this year
2016 Halifax U.K.
Acrylic on paper 12"x 16"
'Black Holed Sun'.
Painted in April of this year
2016 Halifax U.K.
Acrylic on paper 12"x 16"
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Poetry.........
by David Fraser Scott,
for and on behalf of;
Amerillo Medio Fine Arts Ltd.
for and on behalf of;
Amerillo Medio Fine Arts Ltd.
Black Holed Sun.
Long Time ago
Looked at the Sun;
on a Sommers day:
But could not 'See' it, the Radiation!
For a long time,
was not warm.
Could not Relax;
was not happy,
and sort succor in, mixtures and bryre!
My Father?
My father would say,
"If you want something doing, you have to do it yourself!"
So, recently, I did.........
.........and it worked !
And now 'It'; (me) is done!
And in April, of this year, came the 'Seeing' Sun.
Sun,
Central heating, and
Insulation...........
of The Heart
of The Soul:.
On a Northern Day
When the Demons had gone away!
And respect was granted to a carbon form.
Looked at the Sun;
on a Sommers day:
But could not 'See' it, the Radiation!
For a long time,
was not warm.
Could not Relax;
was not happy,
and sort succor in, mixtures and bryre!
My Father?
My father would say,
"If you want something doing, you have to do it yourself!"
So, recently, I did.........
.........and it worked !
And now 'It'; (me) is done!
And in April, of this year, came the 'Seeing' Sun.
Sun,
Central heating, and
Insulation...........
of The Heart
of The Soul:.
On a Northern Day
When the Demons had gone away!
And respect was granted to a carbon form.
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