Saturday, August 04, 2007


who am i?
who do you see?
when you pass by the room
do you look inside for me?
do you intend to see me?
or is it coincidence of a chance glance
i look but what do i see?
but... is it curiosity?
or did curiosity kill the cat this time
i become one with the surroundings
a blur to your passing eye
a blend of colours
why look if only do we look for a change of view
change of environment and atmosphere
passing eyes never to meet
passing eyes that need
a change of view

© 2000 thomas bates

Wednesday, August 01, 2007


the breeze is cool on my skin and smells of salt
palm trees dance to the gentle wind's rhythm
seashells give out a rainbow of many colours
onto the beach there quietly unfolds the water
a lonely boat is anchored to the love of fishing
seagulls fly away to nest away their dreams
the sun is swallowed up by the sea
checking out from turning around the earth and us

© 1994 thomas bates