Tag: Life

Peace in a busy technological world

October 23, 2022

Hush now

The storm has passed
leaving behind
a kind of soft saturated wildness
in the air
on the leaves
in the sky where the clouds,
seeming unsure as to their purpose
or their colour,
melt along the horizon
to reveal the blue, blue
age of day.

Hush now

Go to your windows and open them
walk along your path and breathe
open your heart and smile
turn off your tech and feel the clean air
smell the mulch
taste the abscence of rain
and watch as one after the other
creatures fly about, crawl about
under the blue, blue
age of day.

Hush now

Live in these moments
breathe the peace
stretch your mind and your body
reach up, reach down
reach all around. Now,
watch as those whisps of breath
drift to the trees
to the earth
and up to the blue, blue sky
to create the rain of tomorrow’s peace
for the coming new age of day.

Hush now

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

like any other day

August 13, 2021

Shadowy remembrances
four-leafed clovers
flies, wasps and ants

Sun in bloom
butterflies dancing
and the green painting

Human sounds
overpower Gaia’s song
with such ignorance

Today, like any other day
is full
of disappointing moments

a summer rain

July 25, 2021

Innocence in the moment
of
Change

Sudden it comes
Sudden it awakens innocence
Sudden it reveals

and within a whisper of time
the rain departs
leaving its scent of eternity

and our newness

~

My latest piece written on Typetrigger

We are such little things

April 11, 2020

A poem I wrote back in 2017 seems to be very much how things are today.

~

Could there be a time when kissing is outlawed
when tactile pleasures are banned
when the human race shall become
a non-contact sport

There are fears of contracting any one of these new found diseases
or even the old ones
which in our fragile make-up
our poor breaths of life
they breed

There is the virus carrying fruit bat
or the parasite carrying mosquito
and a whole number of little things to which we are oblivious
as we go about our daily grind
for the human body is under attack from the moment it is born
to the moment the little things win

We must continue to make love with life
we must continue

for we are such little things

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.