Hope at Easter

3rd April 2018.

I am amazed to discover that I there have been over 40,000 visits to my blog!! Yes, I know, hard to believe, isn't it ? Well it's all down to you, my lovely readers. I feel I have let you down lately though with the frequency and quality of posts. But...

Last year I was doing the "Poem a Day In April" challenge. I can't do it this year but thought I'd just take a look back to see how I got on. Most of the writing I've not looked at since.
Here is the one from this day last year:


 Past Bones

Keep hold of that thread,

Let it hang from ancestral  bones

Giving meaning to who we become
Every movement has its reason,

The flower, growing in timely season,

Where what has been

Has come to this,
This, the softness of the present

The delight of now

Hold on to that thread,
Portraying past bones

Though not too tightly

For, each moment inform's the next,

Each thread must be snipped,

Left behind 

To free the mind


Comment:
Reading this in this season of Easter makes me think of the Hope that we have now with thoughts of the resurrection . Letting go of the past but not forgetting. Moving forward freely without letting the past hold us back.  It has a certain sense of freedom to it.

Octpowrimo 22, 23 and 24

26th Oct 2017

The prompt for the 22nd Oct:

Purposeful Passion

You Are

When you are gone I close my eyes, I close my eyes and think of you.

My inmost substance sees you there, encounters your presence.

You are  -  the light that brightens my gloom.

When I think of you I cannot breathe, mysterious shivers cascade through me,

I tremble at your touch, am caught in your embrace, a warm flame rests within me,  I want to stay

You are  -  the Place I want to be.

I taste your words, wondrous sweet, relish every morsel, true delight, honey from the bee,

You are  -  the only sustenance for me.

I hear your gentle voice, wisdom whispering love, words I long to secrete,

Somewhere in my memory to be retrieved at times like this,

You are  -  music to my ears,

The echo of my dreams,  murmurings that comfort me.

Prompt for 23rd Oct:

What is the Message

It was too late 

She was too late

If she'd come sooner maybe she would now 

know what he wanted to tell her

she kisses the cold forehead 

wipes it dry of tears

he waited for hours they said 

but death came for him 

in the dark of night 

he wanted to speak with you they said

no one else would do

what was the message she thought 

did no one know but you

Prompt for 24th Oct:

When Lovers Meet

She just a girl bringing in the sheep

He the new neighbour son of the vet

Her - hair greasy, complexion hidden in sweat and dirt

Him- bumbling along, first time sent to help with the lambing

She, sat waiting patiently a problem  with a mother

He, glanced down and in that moment loved her

She met his gaze and heart racing returned the thought 

He in that unspoken look knew he'd found the one