Posted by Bryan on Nov 12, 2020 in Poetry |
I started writing poetry when I attended Delbrook High School in North Vancouver in 1962-3. My English-40 teachers, whose name I cannot recall, encouraged it. At the same time, I frequented the Inquisition Coffee House on Seymour Street in Vancouver, B.C. and run by Howie Bateman. There I met a poet, whose name has gone too, and he was a great motivator. He read my poems and commented. He wrote the following: “One day I will take my cobwebs down and have them drycleaned” There is a section with some of my HS poems, immature of course, but clearly, I am trying out styles and learning from Romantic lyricists,...
Posted by Bryan on Nov 23, 2020 in Songs from my Salad Years |
By Bryan Sanctuary October 1967 Have you felt the softness, And touched it with your lips? Have you seen the blackness, Slip through your fingertips? Have you seen the morning dew In the corner of a flower? And have you felt a filling warmth In any special hour? I felt the softest touch indeed When I kissed your sanguine lips. I felt your lovely raven hair Run through my fingertips. I saw a tear within your eye One very special hour, When we first knew our love was pure. And I gave you a single...
Posted by Bryan on Nov 23, 2020 in Songs from my Salad Years |
ByBryan Sanctuary 1967 Sometimes the days are carefree When springtime fills the air,And time stands still in blue and green While dappled shades dance everywhereTo liven up the scene. Silent boats slip slowly by Across the hazy blue,As yellow sand wash softly flat And clear away the clueWhere two young people sat. In the timeless flood and ebb, That leave the two unheeded,A silent word, a lingered stare Is all the heart had needed,To seal the memory...
