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    • Deleting Footnotes
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    • Entrance
      PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM   He glides the Hog to the sidewalk, blips the throttle then kills the big twin cam but not cleanly, the rig shakes twice with pre-ignition. Shit!  –  He hates when that happens, it spoils an entrance.   A creak of leathers and he’s […]
    • In its defence
      I was asked today to write about a hat! Please click on the arrow button above to hear this poem   The good thing is that it travels well. It has little style only patterned stitch work marks its drab coarse surface. Khaki cover for a nascent bald patch, a guard against the mid-day sun. […]
    • Voices in the Reeds
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    • Spot the Hat
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    • A Sieve with no Mesh
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    • Black Friday
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    • A Young Ornithologist’s Primer
      This poem was written after my wife Jean said that she would write a children’s book called ‘That Bastard Bird’   PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS READ.   See the big bird. The big bird’s name is Percy. Percy has big feet. Percy’s big feet scratch in the garden. See […]

Perception

The simple act of looking is one of the most complex processes that our body carries out.  It is also a perfect illusion, because it convinces us that reality is universally identical.

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How convinced we are that what we see is true.
We think, if nothing else, we can believe our eyes –
but these light receptors have a coloured history.

In raw, unknown, pre-historic seas
simple celled life rose to the surface,
drawn to the Sun’s life-enhancing light.
Infinitesimally genes were imprinted
encoded to recognise yellow and blue,
the only  hues  in those drab millennia,
all other awareness was shaded to grey.
Aeons later  the block was unlocked, as
within the eyes of  dominant Primates
constructs of cones and rods evolved
the spectrum bloomed in reds and greens.
A spectacular uplift in visual perception,
new  selectors for fruits or danger alerts.
An extended palette,  whose  combinations
gave their distant descendants the Earth.

 

We now know  colour is a personal  illusion –
a brain production,  managed by memory
events and language, modified by mood.
Each of us lives in a uniquely coloured world,
where we  can map and match individual shades,
but  never  can know what other people  see.
Chemistry and physics structure  our vision
in subtle interactions and juxtapositions
creating perception in our cerebral cortex.
How complex the process; how certain we are
of the self-confirming power of sight.

 

Dragonflies rise from the warm sandy path
bejewelling the  heather’s flowering brevity.
an undulating Yaffle cackles as it flies
– red, green and yellow swoops over purple.
This vibrant  kaleidoscope cites my reality.

 

Yaffle’ is the onomatopoeic name in the Suffolk dialect for the Green Woodpecker 

 

 

 

 

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