Earth

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

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

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 😀

Breathless

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

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!