posted on March 2, 2014 at 3:15 pm


a seer with impaired visions

a corrupt trumpet of half truth

an anterior temple hidden in the rain

the dripping trees the ripening grapes

the murmuring clowns waiting in the garden

the machine like chirp of the birds outside said verlaine

the hieroglyph inflicted on the pond water skin is in Gentian blue

the stain of the pattering rain is pierced through the hide inside the water

the undulating curve of the sunken arc submerged in shallow pool

the arrows of the deluge infused with confusion and disinclusion

the spears and lances who took your advances for retreat

in afternoons of salted caramel sanded rock and road

the drizzle of autumns second day swallowed up everything

and we sleep

30 Responses to “sheen”

  1. avatar
    oyoy | 2 March 2014 at 3:32 pm #

    Steve, this is absolutely stunning! Drags me into the room – the detail and expression are captured beautifully.
    Well done, you are getting better and better!!

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    Anonymous | 2 March 2014 at 3:53 pm #

    It’s funny to read prose that states it was uploaded at 315pm &my clock says 1450pm. Thats daylight saving for you.

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      Anonymous | 3 March 2014 at 7:03 am #

      So I see! Why is that? I wonder if you are aware ….. or does the Heavenly Father provide the circumstances. For u c I always ask the questions. And they are never not answered.

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        Loki | 4 March 2014 at 2:09 am #

        I answer all prayers – my answer is always ‘no’.

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          Anonymous | 4 March 2014 at 2:46 pm #

          Thats alright. God the heavenlyvfather answers mine. And I more often than not get YES.

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            Anonymous | 5 March 2014 at 11:37 am #

            Wow, you must be really special.

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            Laing's Knot | 5 March 2014 at 9:28 pm #

            Dude, those voices you can hear that no one else can?
            It ain’t God, mate…

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            Elvis | 14 March 2014 at 7:12 am #

            Cmon n quit Talking In Your Sleep & to Yo-Self! Bubba-hum

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    pif | 2 March 2014 at 4:37 pm #

    I believe I see a species of small furry animal in her cave grooving with your pome. Careful with that asp, Eugene.

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    Kohl Ette | 2 March 2014 at 4:55 pm #


    She tried to make life worthwhile
    wandering round Loti r us – but!
    Forget the gold leaf and star dust
    there was no disguising
    she was still
    in her blue period
    even noticing her coating
    tho she blotted to powder it down
    not even
    stain glass butterfly gown
    nor floral tunic
    mixing pink and other
    warm hues
    he still saw
    it was predominantly blue
    she was not surprised I suppose
    her foundations showed through
    tho she tried dressing as a tree
    he exposed her as Betty Booberry
    aah she was really missing
    yoga this sundry
    wondering in a quandary
    about half life
    and if he was in denial
    when he said he never
    liked eating anything blue flavoured?
    Although he never mentioned saving…

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      Elvis | 14 March 2014 at 7:15 am #

      Thaz Right a Blue Guitar to match my blue suede shoes! Alright now bubba-hum

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    Sweet William | 3 March 2014 at 12:42 am #

    Gentian blue?
    Prophecy, perhaps.

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    matthew | 3 March 2014 at 6:29 pm #


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    hellbound heart | 3 March 2014 at 8:53 pm #

    aquatic and fluid prose…..

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    Anonymous | 4 March 2014 at 7:12 am #

    Catalina looks good in blue!

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      "27...28...hundred years" | 6 March 2014 at 5:30 am #

      Embrace the Darkness? I would if Ms Larranaga was in it!

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    kell | 7 March 2014 at 2:33 pm #

    Is that blue woad? Blue avatar….but not with the snake, thanks! Is this from some 60’s Cleopatra movie? Or maybe a golden dawn spin-off cult, practicing Magickal ritual with unintended bad effects resulting from good intentions yet half-arsed knowledge of the dimensions & the Sacred Laws of One…. Hmmm. Maat magic, perhaps? At least that’s based on the principle of Truth. Truth 4 what end? Power? Power to be used how? And by what forces? Hmmmm. There are true blue-skinned ones, that don’t worship the serpent…

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    kell | 7 March 2014 at 2:35 pm #

    Maybe even you, Kilbey. Just let the Anu’s go…

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    Anonymous | 8 March 2014 at 9:20 am #

    So I am still deciding whether 2 give up yr site 4 lent. A human tradition not a God one. But the exercise does help one 2 remain focused on matters at hand. So far I have failed this by 4 days. Though my usual item of agenda during this time of giving up all other genre music with the exception of praise worship and adoration I remain staid on. Though it is tough when muso’s I enjoy watching live play in this 40day period. At times I make xception 2 my rule and go anyway for reasons of my own.
    Interesting pic and topic sharing in yr tweets box.

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    Anonymous | 10 March 2014 at 8:41 pm #

    Catalina played Cleopatra on the London stage but never got the big movie break and ended up in numerous soft porn films. She’s a nutritionist in LA now.

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    Kohl Ette | 10 March 2014 at 9:59 pm #

    Last night was lots of fun. Glad I went. Thanks to that terribly nice trio. When you said to me, ‘how’s the painting?’ for some reason I didn’t think of Beowulf straight away but a box of oils I have that I have been contemplating lately but not touched yet. I thought you could read my mind and I was going to say ‘I have been drawing not painting yet’ but instead i think I just said ‘good’. Later I realised you meant Beowulf… well I guess… so anyway. He’s fine and ensconced in my room. Thanks! I love him and so lucky to have acquired him. Not only that but for you to have presented it, thanked me, affirmed some stuff and also received and returned Debbie W’s affections last night! AND have you and Richard sign my album 🙂

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      Kohl Ette | 17 March 2014 at 8:47 am #

      Since last Sunday night (a week ago)… I have been inspired to do a lot of writing. I haven’t ‘published’ it all…I can’t choose a poem for here and I doubt I can publish them all here. But I thought I would write more about the gig at Dee Why. I was looking forward to it! So much I couldn’t sleep well the night before, and I felt a bit off in the afternoon before, like a child on Christmas eve. Had a vague idea what to expect. I had booked a seat up the back but a kind friend had a spare seat up the front, so had an intimate view tho not as intimate as her, especially when Mark nearly put his foot in her gnocchi.
      Interesting comical ‘chemistry’ between Mark and Steve. Mark having digs at Steve for being comparatively pompous. Steve having digs at Mark for being a little guy. Some classic songs! ‘The Real Thing’, ‘Do What you Want to Do’, ‘Streets of Your Town’, ‘Throw Your Arms’. A journey through aus rock and not chronologically – very little logic to the night and I like it like that. ‘Explains’ why I was the only one who raised my hand to NOT hear the Newcastle song (sorry Newcastle). Nothing personal. Didn’t decrease my love of the evening. However, sorry Mark but I can’t say I’m a fan of Run to Paradise…. never was! Yet Mark had pointed at me (‘stop pointing’, said Steve)… and told me I was the one, the woman, because I didn’t want to hear the Newcastle song?! haha! After the show, he told me I was ‘perfect’ and liked my incredulous look when he said he didn’t know the song ‘Let’s Pretend’ by the Saints very well. Richard’s drumming was as good as at his height … he didn’t say much, if anything, on stage. Just looked sometimes long suffering, sometimes inwardly amused and professional the whole time, complementing the guitars with his shimmering and uplifting way of drumming. That’s not to say the others were unprofessional. Richard didn’t try and upstage the comics.
      The audience appeared to enjoy lots with some banter among all, such as when the musicians asked ‘What do you call chicks these days?’ and a 17 year old nearby called out ‘Bitches’. Which made me and my female friend quickly direct death stares. So the guy said ‘See?!’ and we laughed.
      Glad to see you, Steve and thanks again! Felt very much differently at the end of the night compared to the afternoon. My darling daughter said to me the next day, ‘Your skin is glowing mum. It was glowing this morning when you got up. You were so chirpy’. Tickets for your May gigs on sale today! I want to get on to that.

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    Anonymous | 14 March 2014 at 3:55 am #

    At least you wrote ‘heiroglyph’ and not ‘heiroglyphic’.

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    Elvis | 14 March 2014 at 7:18 am #

    Nice poem and blue artwork, and my guitar is also screamin Blue Moon of Kentucky, bah-hum

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      Colonel Parker | 17 March 2014 at 12:17 pm #

      Shut the hell up now, boy,

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    frank | 15 March 2014 at 11:39 am #

    I am always amazed that a person can write as often as Steve does and always come up with something interesting and good.

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      Anonymous | 17 March 2014 at 8:24 pm #

      I just wonder where he gets the time.

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        Anonymous | 17 March 2014 at 9:42 pm #

        he gets it from the being

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