Yearly Archives: 2010

A gathering of stones

A gath­er­ing of stones, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. A gath­er­ing of stones Of var­i­ous shades and tones From ashes to ashes and dust to dust They’ve been put into an Ash tree’s trust All of them planted there Set there with much thought and care Long ago, by writer’s hand At this site they

Circle of Life

Cir­cle of Life, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Rem­nants of Autumn Embraced by Spring’s blos­soms On a sunny day © Thorsten Becker

Keep close company

Keep close com­pany, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. For two are bet­ter As one alone may not keep warm On a chilly day © Thorsten Becker

The curious case of a little old book — Part 2

The curi­ous case of a lit­tle old book — Part 2, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Last year I related the story of an unusual find in a post titled “The curi­ous case of a lit­tle old book”. I’ve had pur­chased a copy of the Roycrofter’s edi­tion of Aucassin & Nico­lette which also, unex­pect­edly so,

Those moments carefully stored away

Those moments care­fully stored away, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I am walk­ing over hal­lowed ground Over grave­yards white and bleached It’s per­fectly silent, there is no sound The world is qui­etly beseeched I keep on tread­ing, trudg­ing I behold my soul grudg­ing As I step over sticks and Styx Because time has lost it’s

Little things get easily lost

Lit­tle things get eas­ily lost, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Lit­tle things Get eas­ily lost Eas­ily bro­ken Eas­ily dis­re­garded Dis­carded Thrown by the way­side To the curb­side Child­hood mem­o­ries Of lit­tle toy planes Held between two fin­gers Chas­ing the clouds away Of lit­tle plas­tic ani­mals Con­vers­ing in a gar­den of child­hood bliss And later than

You sacrificed a part of yourself

You sac­ri­ficed a part of your­self, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. You sac­ri­ficed a part of your­self To pro­tect the whole of me To cover me, keep me safe Pro­tect me from life’s cut­ting winds From the cold­ness of frozen hearts From blan­ket­ing notions Descend­ing like white shrouds Through your lov­ing kind­ness you taught me