Tag: Beginnings

After all that rain

October 27, 2019

After all that rain
all this …
I wake to see art.

Sitting here
with the clocks back an hour
I’m in bed with a coffee.

That bright ball of wool
is being tugged along
by cosmic cats
leaving its fluffy warmth
to permeate the sodden
storm-filled cloak.

Mist curls to chase
the mewing
only to lose substance and fade.

Art remains
to seize the day
and obliterate the night.

A foothold

July 9, 2019

light begins,
more than anything else
it begins.

Before time etched itself
upon humankind
it sidled up to the light
thus giving light a foothold
from where it began
to begin
giving.

Life, therefore, had no option
and once it too began
it couldn’t stop itself from
being itself
and from that instance
came that change
creeping along time
to give of itself
a beginning for life
to hold onto
until life
shed its skin
to rise up its being
and breathe

and so life began,
more than anything else
it began
to die.

Oh virgin time

March 5, 2019

Maybe it’s true
that there are such blessings
when once there appeared none

This shadow
this hanging thread of time
this beguile
relinquished its vanity
to reveal its truth
that there are such blessings
such fantastic landscapes
built upon snow
where moments are yet to be discovered
where time is fresh
from its labours
and where
where shadows recede
to reveal the beginnings of uncertainty

Oh virgin time
melt away
melt away
to reveal the spring.

Do not forget the ashes of flame

December 27, 2014

Poem #52
Written for Jo Bell’s 52: Write a poem a week and the theme is … A leave-taking

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Do not forget the ashes of flame of once a wandering summer’s rain
Do not forget the simple times when magic of life sings in rhyme
Do not forget the morning wake when chill is burnt in splendour great
Do not forget the Faerie Queen who danced before you but never seen
Do not forget the troublesome things for without which there’ll be no kings
Do not forget the feather of night of once a wandering moon’s delight
Do not forget the fragile nature when walking through her rising pasture
Do not forget the noble house which beats within your heart to rouse
Do not forget the lighted candle burning its dance of spiritual spangle
Do not forget the rite of time of once a wandering mortal’s climb
Do not forget the children’s story to be read and learned in all its glory
Do not forget the starry tryst when passions burn ‘neath lovers lips
Do not forget the dust of death of once a wandering secret’s breath
Do not forget the tranquil smile as you wave goodbye to this yearly mile
Do not forget the beauty of it all of once a wandering midnight’s door