Set gently down to rest

Unusual one this. What do you get when you mix a stormy Sunday, a digital camera, Microsoft’s unbelievably flaky “Movie Maker”, and a newly minted You-tube channel:

Hours of fun and, for want of a better word, a kind of visual poem,… or something.

Welcome to the Rivendale Review, 2014:

 

 

Set gently down to rest

Wet Sunday,
Hours leaking,
To the sterile void.

Reading, writing,
Doggedly seeking direction,
From calamity,
For freedom’s sake.

Puzzle of Pilgrims old,
Long coded;
How diligently I fail,
With these false starts.

How rare the vital flow,
Where water falls,
And feels the surer shape,
Of All that’s true.

How neat then turns,
That beguiling beauty,
Twisting in my fingers,
Its vital heart!
Beating true.

Or is it only time, ticking?
Black wings of flight?
If I could arrest its motion,
Now!
This code,
I’d grasp it true.

Meanwhile the hours rotate.
Imprison,
Clang-shut in time.
This fool,
Still frantic with the puzzle,
Making haste,
And Blind,

He forgets,
How the mind opens best,
With eyes closed,
And the pen,
Set gently down,
To rest.