A rescue of words

A ray of soft
kisses your skin
as bursts of warmth
has your heart begin

A flower grows
in the palm of your soul
where a rescue of words
breathes magic of old

A tune is played
upon your skin
as tinlges of dream
flutter within

And now it’s time
to relax and feel
that this moment here
is so very real

the harmony of nature

to see nature
in tune with herself

to hear those vibrations of her harmony
of her unconditional love

to know the fragility of her power
and the power of her fragility

to understand her violence
isn’t an act of thuggery, but growth, continuance, life

to become a part of her, of her passion
we have so much more to do, to undo, to become

to step out upon a path and to touch her tendrils
and to have them touch us with one of those, vibrations

to realise she doesn’t have a goal, a tactic, a gaol
for she is her own graveyard, where each and everything reincarnates

she is; it’s that simple
we; we have yet to begin to know the meaning of silence

After the Rain book reviews

My poetry book, After the Rain, has had its first two reviews! 🙂

After the Rain

Here is Diane Denton’s review from Goodreads.

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I’ve been following Martin Shone’s blog, taken pleasure, been reassured and inspired by his poetry for many years. I keep his first two collections close by and often pick them up to randomly open and be guided by as I might my Little Zen Companion. I expected After the Rain to be as companionably soothing, sensory and enlightening. And so it is, once more inhaling and exhaling poetry in caressing arrangements of words, light as a feather while defying gravity, rising out of Martin’s intuitive observations and perceptive reflections, as well as his experience, imagination and belief that, as I wrote in my review of his Silence Happens, “beauty, peace and love are always available”.

Just a few pages into After the Rain, I had to stop and take a deep breath before reading further—for the best of reasons. I realized I was witnessing a favorite poet’s maturing, strengthening, and deepening. He was still offering the music of his soul for me to “sing along”, but, also, a new complexity of rhythms, sounds and understanding. Without losing any of his writing’s freshness and delicacy, his lyrical musings had become more inspired and inspiring, confident and courageous, distinct and layered: within its slender whole/there are worlds within worlds within worlds (Worlds Within Worlds, Page 118). Another of the poems (As a Leaf Falls, page 92) could well describe the effect of reading After the Rain: As it falls/and as it nears/a speck of shadow/can be seen/increasing in size/upon the earth/ and when it settles/shadowless/it frees light.

It frees light. Martin’s poetry frees light, like a leaf falling, like many leaves falling, floating, spiraling, influencing shadows as it offers different views of brilliance. It illuminates life’s branches reaching inside and out, up and down, strong and willowy and broken, and is another sound in nature, as delicate as the finest silk, a cacophony of such minuteness, that settles upon all things (Upon All Things, Page 39), begging us, as nature does, to return to tree’s soul/to nourish new life/buds of peace/to shine/to release/and to soak/for us to live and breathe.

Martin’s poetry often reminds me of that of the Victorian poetess Christina Rossetti, because of its inclination to let nature—weather, birds, insects, flowers, trees—direct its metaphors and meaning. There are so many poems in this collection that stood out as favorites for me, but the one that I return to more than any other is As Bluebells Distract My Mind (Page 57), too long to quote in full here, so I offer its last two lines:

How can I write anything to compare with this magic
therefore I regard the distractions around me and put down my pen
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After the Rain offers a sublime invitation to live and breathe through all the senses, contemplation, conscience, the heart’s joys and sorrow, spiritual reflection, and, especially, magical distraction, which is, after all, the poet’s best muse and his audience’s best reason for attending to what he creates.

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Here is Mary Beddows’s review

Beautifully written, and very powerful. I was given this book as a gift, and thoroughly enjoyed delving into its wonderful contents. After a stressful day, I open it and find peace. I highly recommend giving it a try!

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Diane is an author and artist. Two of her published works are A House Near Luccoli and To A Strange Somewhere Fled. Her latest work to be published very soon is Without the Veil Between. Anne Bronte: A Fine and Subtle Spirit.

After the Rain is available from Lulu, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon. It contains over 100 poems of Love, Nature, Humanity, Romance and Passion.

After the Rain

Thank you all for reading 🙂

Freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in the something within us

I believe
we can be better than yesterday

I believe
pain comes when it is needed

I believe
in the realization of being

I believe
another word for peace is chaos

I believe
chaos is another word struggle

I believe
we have yet to find the four corners of our jigsaw

I believe
in love’s natural state of naked awareness

I believe
the skin of age is equal to the trickle of knowledge

I believe
in the scent of passion

I believe
that one day, we shall accept our failings

I believe
freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in you

Freedom

… feel
the temptation to seduce
and to be seduced

feel that tingle of slowness
surrounding your skin

inhale the moment
allow it to inhabit your beat

allow it to seduce your mind
into believing you are free

…  feel
your skin
and the moisture between your fingers

feel the slowness of time
kissing your soul

inhale and exhale
touch the essence of, passion

allow it to seduce you
allow it your freedom

… feel
the vibration of life
tremble inside your heart

between your fingers
your toes, your thighs, your

freedoms

A Power Omniscient

You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

for there is a power within us
a power without us
a power omniscient

for there is a time of darkness
a time of lightness
a time unrelenting

for there is a passion within us
a passion without us
a passion profound

for there is a strength of courage
a strength of weakness
a strength enlightened

for there is a fragility within us
a fragility without us
a fragility chaotic

for there is a feeling of real
a feeling of magic
a feeling primal

for there is a treasure within us
a treasure without us
a treasure omniscient

for you are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

 

This is a shortened version of the poem I wrote in 2015