Spring flowers double their dazzling yellows.Magical, enchanted summer scenes.Autumn leaves aglow.And even in the depths of winter,a little moss illuminates the grey.Frost and rain bring sparkling radiance,and the Gorse flowersblaze brightly on the hill.The sun will shine again. https://flic.kr/p/t8SUU7 Spring flowers double their dazzling yellows. https://flic.kr/p/w9QPzN Magical, enchanted summer scenes. https://flic.kr/p/PtAzWn Autumn leaves aglow. https://flic.kr/p/CCS3zp…… Continue reading Sunshine is good for the soul
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Hermit
I am a hermit, curled tight in my shell. Face pressed into the warmth of my creativity. I cannot rise above perpetual pain to be your beacon in the night. The world is larger than my mind can stretch. You will move beyond to the stars.
Sending love on Mother’s Day …
to you who carried your child spilled blood, sweat and tears to bring them into the world to you who’s chosen your child and gathered them in to become your family to you who yearned and longed for a child of your own feeling incomplete without to you who knows what it is to carry…… Continue reading Sending love on Mother’s Day …
Aftermath, by Siegfried Sassoon
Have you forgotten yet?… For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways: And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go, Taking your peaceful…… Continue reading Aftermath, by Siegfried Sassoon
Early night
light diffused through thin curtains muscles burn, bone weary not-even twilight as I wait for sleep just another day just another way in which I struggle to live fully, widely foolishly hoping for respite endlessly pushing onward towards some invisible goal because that’s just what you do, right? just keep moving until moving is no…… Continue reading Early night
Then and now
I held you in my arms exhausted but triumphant a tiny baby grown in me each feature perfectly formed the overwhelming wonder the rush of protective love the fearful anticipation what now? Now looking up as you tower over me how did those years pass so fast? I can no longer rock you in my…… Continue reading Then and now
18 years
18 years ago I was right here A different person But the same me I was breathing I was terrified Realising my life was about to change The fear The thrill The pain I didn’t know it would be hours yet But I knew it was time It was all beginning And everything would change
Nothing More
I would appear To be nothing more Than a list Of ailments Existing In frown lines Yearning for slumber
mourning
curling up in a chair feet tucked under book in hand running up the stairs in a rush with springs in my feet sleeping all night rolling over and stretching long and wide waking refreshed and full of life scrambling up a muddy bank hanging precariously from a branch while getting that shot bending to…… Continue reading mourning
Wayside Flowers
Wayside Flowers Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller’s dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a touch of blessing From Nature’s mild caressing. The sad of heart perceives A violet under leaves Like sonic fresh-budding hope; The primrose on the slope A spot of sunshine dwells, And cheerful message…… Continue reading Wayside Flowers
