Biography of Michael Wride
I grew up in a very mystical part of the UK - the South West of England in Somerset not far from Glastonbury (the Tor and the ruined Abbey being important spiritual sites) ...this is also near Stonehenge and Wiltshire (the site of many crop-circles) . The area is steeped in the legends of King Arthur and the Saxon King Alfred The Great. The land is low-lying marshland and often flooded and covered with a shroud of mist, particularly in the Spring and Autumn. I feel a deep connection with the land of Somerset. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen is the full moon reflected in the low-lying mist when viewed from higher ground.
I am also fascinated by the sea and always imagined myself living near the sea. And I now do(!) as I live near Killiney Bay in south East Dublin and you can often find me on the beach doing some yoga or swimming in the sea!
My first glimpse of something beyond, but somehow within me - I guess some brief glimpse of the nature of the 'All That Is' or God - came as a teenager when I was visiting Lyme Regis in Dorset. Looking out to see I felt that my consciousness connected with the sea shared some deep insight about reality to me...and then it was gone. But a spark was lit inside me and I was inspired to try and put these experiences into words.
I have always had an urge to write and so I'll be sharing here various poems - some older and dark, some newer and optimistic!
I call my inspiration and the source of the words 'The Seagull'.
If you like my writing, I have a blog called
The Seagull Speaks at: http: //theseagullspeaks.blogspot.ie/
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Michael Wride's Works:
None - Yet!
......(Hope Springs eternal) !
Michael Wride Poems
There we played Behind the rose bushes At the beginning of time Living a dream
At the old canteen at Signal Hill Sitting on the wall staring out to sea The gulls glide gracefully Graciously soaring for me
Through thin clouds The star light shines Colliding with mountain sides Devoid of flesh
Science, Nature, Love
Science currently attempts to be absolutely objective. Cold, distant....
The Hollow Man
The hollow man slept On a table In a room blackened by time
I Sit In Solitude
I sit in solitude on the beach, In the silent early morning, To listen to the stirrings of my heart, And the voice of love,
The mournful sound of the fog horn out in the bay A sad sigh for humanity's failings Snow flakes falling Frozen tears
The Flight From Umeå
Looking east through the window Intense, bright, white light from the early morning winter sunshine Dissolving the clouds that shroud the frozen seascape far below
Alone On A Hill Top
All alone on a hill top, Somewhere under a billion stars, Trying to comprehend, What does it all mean?
The Night Time
Crisp The night time calls me As it does sometimes Like a pilgrim to another land
I was running Through the country lanes I know so well I looked up The rain had stopped,
What Dreams Are These?
Walking alone on the moors With the wind in a word of wonder Why?
Lost myself inside my head Searching for a place somewhere I can call a bed Think I've been here once before But I lost myself then I'm sure
Alone Sitting Staring Wondering
Your Face, Your Smile
Staring into the darkened pools
Of your blue eyes
Pearls of pain were falling
Tears of a terrible time
Etched in the ice of your memories
They froze upon your cheeks and glistened
Glowed with the fragrance of the forgotten times
We shared before the end