posted on October 9, 2012 at 7:34 pm

through the looking glissĀ 

spring herself is upon the earth

persephone in rags down by the shore

dolphin rider , fawn of the sea

the myriad glimmers in farther eye

the hawk and the comet bearing down upon us

all groan under prophecy destiny and fate

what can the future ever bring but surely death

but spring rides a white dear ……

in salons by the shore

let therefore celebration begin

coloured lights bright in night along away down

this is our spring to be held unto summer

summer waiting in these swan wings

summer all azure and at first maybe unsure

but spring is everything

at least….or so i sing …..

13 Responses to “spring poem”

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    Kohl Ette | 9 October 2012 at 7:55 pm #

    Until we meet again may summer spring from the palm of King Neptoon’s hand. An Australasian celtic blessing.

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    narelle | 9 October 2012 at 11:55 pm #

    its sounds like the warrior has laid down his sword for a brief moment
    very soon Steve the church will be on tour
    why not at least try to get the long overdue Opera House DVD out there

    you don’t seem to know whats going on with this potential DVD each and every time someone mentions it on the blog
    suggestion: well why not find out!!!! get onto whoever and get the DVD onto the merchandise table
    what have the church, orchestra etc got to lose if you do indeed have an opportunity to put it up for sale…….MONEY!!

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 10 October 2012 at 12:37 am #

    Absolutely Beautiful !!!

    In a time of unease, its always amazing – your ability to
    place pen to paper…this feels like the opening verse for an
    uplifting song…an uplift …something we all really need…

    ‘Spring, Herself’ – LOVE IT !!!

    Have a GRAND day Killer !!!

    Much Love !!!

    Daz

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    Steven Krut | 10 October 2012 at 3:29 am #

    Nice, refreshing entry.

    I’ve made my peace with the prospect of The Church disbanding. Too many more pressing issues in my life. It’s not like when I was 17 and Yes broke up. What a bleak day! Of course, Yes quickly reformed with members of the Buggles. That makes me suspicious of the upcoming tour with Devo. Are we going to end up with a new “supergroup” made up of members of Devo and The Church? Am I ready to see Tantalized being played as Peter and Marty walk on treadmills? Hmm…

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    andy | 10 October 2012 at 6:41 am #

    oh yeah!
    sure is a wonderful feeling…rebirth!
    oi..what about my proposition?

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      Anonymous | 11 October 2012 at 12:23 am #

      Andy, take the hint, mate, if he wanted to he would’ve said so, years ago. No offence, chap, as I think it’d be great. But don’t hassle the guy at the minute, eh?

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    thetimebeing | 10 October 2012 at 9:20 am #

    such beautiful words!
    yet is english your first language?
    is this our first spring?
    is this our last life here on this earth ?
    when will i finally enter hi-brazil w/ temple jungle and priestess?
    ah…..yes magic realism….
    who am i , aztec, inca or conquistador or just a freckly gringo ?
    who are you that writes this stuff from some city of wild glamour and desperate slum?
    are your allegiances to the old gods or the new gods or none?
    what do you find in my rambles that pulls you in despite yourself?
    or maybe thats me outside my ipanema hotel
    buying chiclets gum from the endless stream of orphans
    and wondering where the others are…..

  7. avatar
    Chris | 10 October 2012 at 11:15 am #

    ‘spring rides a white dear’…..lovely image Steve.

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    M E M | 10 October 2012 at 11:34 am #

    “Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.”

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    Cath | 10 October 2012 at 12:41 pm #

    Long live the spring blossoms,
    that beckon one raise their head
    forget the troubles of tomorrow
    and instead be a butterfly
    content to be, to flutter,
    to cause great shifts
    across the pacific ocean
    Gracious gift
    of mother spring
    Ever renewing her children:)

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    Anonymous | 10 October 2012 at 1:01 pm #

    good to see you writing again (on this blog). good luck dear Sir and may your Spring bring renewed hapiness to you and all of those close to you, you love. can’t wait to read more (poetry!).

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    Anonymous | 10 October 2012 at 6:59 pm #

    …and here in North America Persephone is nowhere to be seen, while Boreas lurks, cold and without pity. As a means to ward off a continents impending seasonal mood disorder, any chance The Church may soon visit our shores and bring a little southern hemisphere warmth and cheer to the dreary months ahead?


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