Hard Copy
May 23, 2022
Earth
is simply a hard copy
of thought
Author: Martin Shone
Life is but a breath on whispering winds of time, but what a breath… Breathe…
Earth
May 22, 2022
Sitting here
looking at you
taking you in
trying
with all my heart
to connect
to understand
to feel your pain
But, there is no need
you’ve been here
a long, long time
and your pain
has always been with you
because
pain birthed you
and you turn it
into something beautiful
The Lonely Bluebell
April 30, 2022
Among the greens
the blue
blue light of her soul
shines her song
of loneliness
The blue light of her soul
gives pause to reflect
upon the way of
time's immortality
It is how we reflect
that allows her to sing
those waves of solitude
Her song reaches
farther into the night
Where we need her light.
A Birthday treat to Hay-on-Wye
April 23, 2022
While at my sister’s we visited Hay-on-Wye. It was a 60th birthday treat to myself 🙂
I’ve not been there for years and sadly 5 or 6 books had closed, possibly due to covid. There was enough there still to fill a day’s book hunting.
I do enjoy reading philosphy books, and other books of an esoteric nature, not that I’m at all clever enough to be a philosopher!
Anyhow, I enjoyed Hay immensely and here’s the result 😀
Inspiration, with a hint perhaps
April 20, 2022
Having a mini holiday for a few days at my sister’s. I’m sitting in the garden, the sun is shining, and I’m reading with a cuppa when inspiration arrives to give me two pages of scribbled notes.
So, perhaps, I have my next writing project to follow on from my previous book, so the spider hangs.
Breathless
April 10, 2022
in a world
where beings inhale
the stuff of life
I find myself breathless
where to breathe
this
stuff of life
consumes, confuses and constricts me
If I were a tree
no birds would rest
no squirrels would play
for the leaves are falling
and Spring has forsaken me
Eye Music
February 2, 2022
Footsteps no steps
marks of breath
busking butterflies
shibboleth.
Ways in, ways out
fragile quest
thrumbling `n` jumbling
ragged rest.
Pregnant pausing
smiles of glass
coffee and a cake
eye music blast.
DeciBells sing
church refrain
tree bending plaza
coup de main reign.
Sunset, sunrise
time to flee
macabré masquerade
imbibed reveille.
Choral mélange
cloud’s-eye view
nothing beats it more
than the human zoo!
A Gap In The Clouds 