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 … Continue reading I Know a Cat
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. Continue reading EXPECTATIONS – To be Continued . . .
A Figment of my Reality by Martin Hanley Continue reading A Figment of my Reality
The 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 … Continue reading The Clown Sees Clearest
Rain in the Desert by Martin Hanley Copyright © Martin Hanley July 18 2014 Continue reading Rain in the Desert
The 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 Continue reading The Bike Ride
Still Life Captives by Martin Hanley Still Life Captives © all rights reserved Martin Hanley 2014 Continue reading Still Life Captives
She 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 Continue reading She is Dancing Still