heartbeats and thoughts
April 3, 2020
breathing
it echoes
heartbeats and thoughts
and solitude
Category: Poetry
Rainwater
March 30, 2020
With each step
we write our lives
with quills dipped in rainwater
for as soon as it is written
it fades under the glare of happiness
or is washed away by storms of solitude
The mere act of dipping
is enough to send ripples along to the roots of Gaia’s smile
where she drinks in the questions of us mortal masterpieces
for as soon as it is written
our souls, our spirits, our hearts and our minds become
lost in the frustrations of being unable to comprehend
the reasons why we are given such beauty
only for it to be washed away
The act of being kind to the rains as they fall
brings its own rewards
for when we write our lives
with quills of love
we shall be given
in return
the truth of how to live in the now moments
of how to flow over storm-crusted stepping stones of haste
and of how to write with rainwater
and know there are no answers except for those we create
When we write with rainwater
the sun shines
and the storms rage
as we breathe
know and feel
the beauty of existence
~
Another poem from before that seems to resonate with the way things are going nowadays.
From 2017 published in After the Rain.
and there the morning yawns
March 24, 2020
A poem I published in 2017 seems rather apt at this moment.
a question of poetry
March 21, 2020
imaginings
spare moments
beginnings of rainbows
sunrise seen through blades of grass
the tinkling of windchimes
laughter’s apology
broken solitude
a graphite smile
all for what?
Let the good break free
March 18, 2020
I’m back to work on Monday after a month off recovering from a small procedure in hospital where I had a stent fitted.
With my time off I’ve not done much writing but have read more and relaxed. With this time I’ve seen the good and the bad of humans during this crisis.
Some of the good I’ve seen is people helping by keeping in touch even if it’s just a simple text and shops with the cashiers being on the front line seeing many hundreds if not thousands each day but still soldiering on.
The bad is the scouring of the shelves and people buying to sell at ridiculously high prices but one which affected me the most was a message on Twitter saying (in a conversation about death rates between young and old) …Old people are old. They’re supposed to die when they get ill… I was shocked and upset by this but I’ve let it pass now.
I try to dwell on the good and not the negatives.
Waiting to bloom
March 12, 2020
Peace Lily & I
patient and fragile
waiting to bloom
That bright isle
March 1, 2020
That bright isle
up there among the grey
bustling waves of rain to be
its smiling beams
hit the green
with a warm kiss of things to be
it passes by
and there in its wake
are showers of flowers yet to be
that bright isle
up there among the grey
gives me a hope of kissing thee.
