In Search of the Swan


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By thecockneybard, Oct 7 2020 01:03PM

Sheila with whom I am pictured with my young son in 2002 lived on the 16th floor, flat 132 at Grenfell Tower. She was a beautiful person with a beautiful soul. She perished on one awful night on 14th June 2017. Believe it or not I predicted she would die by fire more than 16 years before it actually happened. How could I know such things? Sometimes the sixth sense is the most beautiful thing and sometimes it is a terrible curse.

Sheila had no second name. She was a prolific writer, had a passion for yoga and loved the Isle of Ischia. We would sit for hours sometimes, drinking coffee and talk about many things of which we shared a great interest. Shortly after her death I wrote ‘a fleeting moment’ and reminisced those happier times. We shared some truly special days and for that I thank her.

Picture 1 Starbucks, Holland Park and the empty seats. A place we would often sit. Picture 2 Sheila with me in Norwich with my beautiful son in 2002


I sit staring at a photograph of Starbucks in Holland Park.

A place we would often frequent.

I see Sheila and myself sitting on the chairs outside, coffee in hand, talking Politics, Shakespeare, the Knights Templar.

I look again and we are gone.

By thecockneybard, Oct 6 2020 12:39PM

When people showed me envy, I showed them beauty. When people ridiculed me, I showed them truth. When I showed them truth, they showed me anger. When they showed me anger, I saw a great weakness in them.

By thecockneybard, Oct 6 2020 12:29PM

"Not much call for a Philosopher these days! " "Ah, but I am so much more than a Philosopher and besides Philosophy is for people who think and if you can think, then a Philosopher will always have a considerable place in society."

By thecockneybard, Oct 6 2020 09:46AM

The skies so clear and blue, the brook it winds along the dale. The subtle breeze blows gently and passion fills my heart, but I am given my first lesson of sweet and tender love. How the skies seem far away as I lay and gaze aghast. My fair lady I dream like you of the days to come for us. Frightened rabbits scurry as movement comes from afar, but peace and calm do return as I hold you in my arms. Leave me never my fair maiden, for I do love you so. I am to lay my head right down, and drift into a flow of thoughts and images stretching my mind, how joyous my life is just at this time.

By thecockneybard, Oct 6 2020 09:21AM

Did ever more beauty speak words than eyes touched by heavenly spheres, where beauties eyes did gaze their most important deeds. Were ever more beauty to descend from creative imagery, where pictures of mind do cast a visionary sight, enfolding dreams of night. Stars and moon, sun and air do share your beauty. And if perchance thy vision end, thy mind forever its beauty send.

By thecockneybard, Oct 4 2020 03:18PM

Lay your sweet head down dear mother of mine.

Wipe your tears for the children you have left behind. Cuddle me in my dreams of night, hold me like a babe in arms. Love, what else is there when life’s sweet breath alas is no more, the goodbyes have ceased, and the memory of time passing by like a clock whose hands are still. I long to tell you now how beautiful you are. I scream so loud but to a silence where I can hear the roses cry. When life ends we succumb to pain of which only a child for its mother weeps and mourns. Loss the unbearable loss. Forgive me for my ills in troubled times. For giving me life’s first breath. I could never forget you, how could I? How could anyone who knew you? The pillow of tears is my one reminder of my great loss and heavens gain. I will see you when time for me stands still, I know I will.

I say goodbye for one last time. One last dance among the flowers of spring.

By thecockneybard, Oct 4 2020 03:01PM

Oh the human being, that complex character. Unfathomable, unpredictable human being. Who in their head goes, where no one knows. Silly, emotional, brave at times, utterly stupid at times human being. who toils, sometimes in deceit, to achieve their day. I often wonder on observing this rather strange character, if I am alone in understanding the immense diversity of substance from one to the other. From the utterly sublime to the ridiculous. I am left to wonder if life and nature has less surprises than mankind. I know you human being, I truly do. No, in fact human being, I don’t know you at all!