Day 25 - White

25th Oct 2019








An acrostic today:

White

Why, oh why, did I put pressure on that point?
How blatantly bad that I cannot backtrack.
It's  lost, long gone, leaving
The page perfectly pale, white, in fact and me
Enduring a sort of grey, grizzly grief,

White Rose

           Day 20



           White Rose

One rose , left all alone in the late October cold
One rose, a white bud breaking open in the autumn sun
One rose, in the corner of the garden
The only remembrance of summer's happy colours
There , reminding us of a life lost  - six years ago
A pure delicate rose -  in Heaven now

Ponte Vecchio

Day 29:  29th April, 29th Poem
Prompt: to use the idea of a bridge.


                                          Ponte Vecchio

Alone...

She walks out of Cretella's,

Most expensive Jeweller's on

The Ponte Vecchio bridge

Alone... 

Ring given back

Him given back,

Steps lighter now, one foot, then the  other.

Throws her head up, unblocks small vessels,

  a fresh future promised

With each autumn breath.
clear colours call her to

new adventures.

Her eyes travel down the Arno,

Still,  blue, 

Reflections,

Like a painting, 

Forms beautiful, but not real,

Was that how she was ?

Not  now,

Not now
No,

Now she  feels more than real 

If that can be.

Yes, that can be

And,

Now she  is free

Go This Way

Day 3:

 3rd April 3rd poem.

Was inspired today by a walk along the coast . We took a path from the beach up a pretty winding staircase. Each turn gave a different, yet  interesting view which  made me reflect the path our lives take. Not sure I've done justice to it in this poem.

Go This Way

Go this way, tread these winding steps,

                                    Up this steep slope.

                                                     Stop here, rest,

                                                                      Take in the view,

                                                                                     The castle - almost ruins

                                                                                                     Glory days over.

                                                                                     Carry on up, round that blind  bend,

                                                              See the lake- veiled in mist,  

                                                Joys hidden in shrouded past

            Struggle further,up  towards the peak,

                                                   Breathless,

                                                               The path narrows, stones underfoot slow progress
                                                                                  
                                                                           Turn, see the valley

                                                                                            Deep, dark,

                                                                                 Holding lost moments of gloom.

                                                                                                 But now, for you, up, up, 

                                                                               Crawl on to the summit,

                                                       Lift yourself up,

                        Stand, breathe deep

     Look around,

                                      All before you takes shape

                                                             Holds together.