Day 29 - Lightness of Being

29th Oct 2019


Day 29 of Octpowrimo.
A bit late getting to post but nevertheless I have, so, I call that success.










Lightness Of Being

A fresh October breeze
Puffs out the white sail
Punched onto blue sky.
Too early for dog walkers,
All quiet, except for
Waves washing up gently
With unusual softness.
To right and left a great
Expanse before me.
I look up to the Heavens,
Breathe in the sea air.
My spirit is free and my
whole being has a certain
Lightness about it.

Day 26 - What has been Unspoken

Day 26 of this OctPoWriMo challenge

26th Oct 2019

What has been Unspoken

A look will do, the shape of the smile,
Honest, inviting or squiring and vile.
A touch too, no need for words
Fingers talking, softness or swords.

The body arching closer or apart
Can say so much right from the start.
The reaching out of a hand to care
Tells more than an essay would ever dare.

The chill distance kept on coming home
Leads  a loved one to have a moan
In silence, for daring to voice the  fear
Brings the end closer, makes it more clear.

So be careful to communicate what you mean
Because the unspoken will always be seen

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.

Taste of Satisfaction, Held, No Roses

28th Oct 2017

Good morning. There  is certainly an autumnal chill in the air this morning, with chimneys puffing smoke heavenward.
I went to a writing for well being workshop yesterday. It's the first time in ages that I have written with other people and I found it immensely liberating . You writers who follow my blog if you don't already meet up with fellow pen smiths, then I would highly recommend that  to do.  The creative possibilities are increased tremendously. Now , on to catching up with octpowrimo. Here's three . I'll be back later to actually write today's. Enjoy...


Day 25

Taste of Satisfaction

To love what is mortal is no easy thing
Autumn turns green leaves golden then brown
From soft and stretchy to brittle and broken
All things change , make their unavoidable departure,
So, how to love that mortal thing,
And in the process keep possession of the I that is me,
Is it in the giving up or the giving in that the I is diminished,
Or is it otherwise -
Is it that the sacrifice makes the I into the strongest
Mountain, majestic , magnificent
And is there any sacrifice at all if all is joy when given
Yes, to love what is mortal is no easy thing

Day 26

Held

Eternal
only now,  holding everything in being
you are to my I am
my soul held beneath your wings
held against your softness
held as present
held everlasting




Day 27

No Roses

Stepping into the old house into a cold wall of empty
climbing the rickety stairs slowly, each  creak magnified
peeping round the bedroom door, daring to breathe -quietly
looking at her there in the bed as if asleep
smelling the strong scent of roses  filling the room
smiling and thinking no flowers have been here.

Past Bones

3rd April

Day 3 - poem a day:
                                                 

                                               Past Bones

Keep hold of that thread,

Let it hang form those past bones

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

The flower, growing its timely season,

Where what has been

Has come to this,

And this is the softness
of the present
The delight of now

Hold on to that thread,

Though not too tightly

For each moment inform's the next,

Each thread must be broken,

Left behind 

To free the mind