Contributing Authors

I Know a Cat


my cat

I know a Cat by Martin Hanley
Dedicated to my old philosophical friend, Master Mouse Hanley

I sat there sweltering in a familiar fog; constipated with checking and weighted outcomes.
Languid landscapes with questioning answers; an unfocused portfolio has come undone.
Then, in he glides supreme; stretching out beneath the dappled light; now reclining.
Regally basking like some ancient achromatic shadow; he swallows the fallow sun.

Cold blooded catering alerted, a distant ringing or some obscure Sylvan echo, yet I hear none.
Starving for hidden treats that well versed others commonly disdain; he remains steadfast smiling. Forever glancing, my philosophical companion hops past the news feed;

What happened to Fat Freddy the rioter’s son? Lurking behind me, telepathic with emerald eyes deeply penetrating; he treads a seamless blurred line.Tail stepping out an endless rhythm, my straying little hunter retreats, licking his cultured paw as fortunate birds flutter beyond the treble glazing.

I know a Cat © all rights reserved Martin Hanley May 9 th 2015 – Photograph by Martin Hanley

 

 

EXPECTATIONS – To be Continued . . .


With this inspiring artwork by Art-Spire, Source d’inspiration artistique, I hope to begin a new journey with Collaborative Poetry – Beginnings are always scary, at least for me they are. But my only expectation is to share it with the precious friends I have been lucky to meet here –

Thank you.

The Clown Sees Clearest


The Clown Sees ClearestThe Clown Sees Clearest By Martin Hanley

The clown sees clearest the hidden flaw with a sense of knowing like a ticking clock. Burning embers ignite a raging fire as towering walls come closing in. The iridescent sun flower climbs high, cursing the gathering clouds. On the cold grey ground it forever lays its dark shadow bare. We’re floating on an ocean of happiness yet deep beneath us are depths never constant nor still.

For success is times waning blossom; her flowering petals were faded to begin. Where passion and beauty spread their wings is special; caught in a dreamlike moment so rare. The flame that burns brightest consumes itself and soon complicated gods request their share. All the while the sun’s still shinning, the audience demanding; yet most are seldom aware. For death and life are secret lovers; like a single echo they dance across a universe we share. The darkest moment reveals no truth and soon a part of us is lost within. And silent nature his only witness, whispers in the stillness of that frozen hour. You’re free now.

(Dedicated to Robin Williams for all the special moments he gave us…)  © all rights reserved Martin Hanley Aug 11th 2014

 

The Bike Ride


The Bike RideThe Bike Ride by Martin Hanley

Roaring and kissing the wind, Alone yet alive, the landscape greets you. And then you fall and kiss the asphalt, tears of pain well – in your eyes. And your knees weep; blood seeping. Searing the burn begins –  and you remember; your father once cycled over a hundred miles to see a hurling match: A game – a final, when the world was at war. No petrol.

Copyright © Martin Hanley July 13 2014

She is Dancing Still


she is dancing stillShe is Dancing Still By Martin Hanley

Take a moment to breathe deeply and listen. Do you see Her? She is dancing still, And perhaps She always will. Flowing with beauty beneath a leafy veil. Her wandering path spreads out to find you. She is the genius of all seasons. Giving more than She could ever take. Beauty spread bare for all who see. Stirring the breeze describing the emotion.

Copyright © Martin Hanley 7/2/2014