Radiance of Hope

sun slanting
radiance of hope
an open eye
sees the air
dancing
in love
with life

an open heart
sees others
as they
are
not
as the ego
crookedly wishes

Oh, Goodness!

Oh, Goodness
how you cloy
& clasp
the emotional soul
in your unending
tyranny of reality

Sweet and light
seduction
you taste & promise
a tender white
absolution

Sticky like honey
you seep into every pore
dictating centre
parading conceit
dressed as virtue

Oh, Goodness
how cunning
are your plans
to subvert all
multiplicity
into ego sameness

Contemptuous
of other meanings
you sacrifice
subtlety and shade
on the altar
of your unfathomable
whiteness

Demanding all visions
be uncolored &
pristine bright
this singularity denies
the shadow land
of your own soul

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Biography

How can a poet have a biography at all? Wouldn't this be a psychic history or landmarks of some sort? The road travelled inside and out, along the banks of the river, up into the hills where it sources? What are the real landmarks along the way that evoke and echo the dolmens of
experience? Andrew Lovatt is alive sometimes, and the moreso when listening to the ripple of the water and following his inner instincts.
He's working on a collaborative art and poetry website called DeadDrunkDublin.com and invites visitors to join in the exploration of the imaginal.