Pebble

April 4, 2019 at 11:15 pm (Poems) (, , , )

When I held out my hand
I expected nothing
But to help you cross the stream.

When we crossed the stream
I expected nothing
Yet you gave me a smooth, shiny pebble,
As if you had considered for some time
What would give me joy.

At dusk, when a cool breeze whisked
The river’s edge,
the pebble still warm in my hand,
You put a pretty shawl around my shoulders
And I gave you only a smile.

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Wild

March 27, 2019 at 10:27 am (Poems) (, , , )

I took a friend up to the hills that we all know and love
To show her vistas far and wide and peace from high above.
My good friend was a city girl who seldom left the smoke
And somehow took me by surprise when she turned to me and spoke:

She bade me promise I would watch these hills on her behalf,
And pay good heed to clumsy deeds which threaten nature’s path.
“The countryside needs guardians, who care about the land
To keep a home for creatures who live wild and need a hand,
We’re quick to take their homes and once we build they will be gone
And we’ll forget, but soon regret the passing of their song.”

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Flying

March 23, 2019 at 8:53 pm (Poems) (, , , )

In a difficult week, in one of those years,
when emotional turmoil turns laughter to tears,
when the brakes are unhandled, with life in freefall,
you may find yourself flying in the face of it all.

Tip your chin to the stars and trust you can ride
with your heart on your sleeve and your arms open wide,
Let courage embrace you and soften your pain
so your dear ones discover the real you again x

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When

February 26, 2019 at 8:59 am (Poems) (, )

When there is space for my heart to dance
and my breath is a free beat
untethered by realities
I look longingly at rope and regulations that structure and contain
and artificially create my own from candyfloss and impossibility
knowing I will break through immediately
with an imagination that laughs at the absurdity of self-imposed boundaries.

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Work

February 23, 2019 at 4:13 am (Poems) ()

Keeps me sane

Keeps me focused

Is not a chore

Brings friendships

Brings laughter

Even through hard times

Is a good reason

To get up and go there

Stops me obsessing

About myself!

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Things Change

February 9, 2019 at 10:45 pm (Poems) ()

Things change
Sometimes by imperceptible degrees,
sometimes by external stealth, change
leaps upon us so we cannot find
core strength, and topple.
Sometimes change brings light, taking us to a new place, beyond cloying comfort, thrilling us with cleansing alarm.
How ever brittle our reflections
the face of change remains unaltered:
challenging our resistance, creasing
our gentle flesh through smiles and tears.

I am your potential and you are mine, one orbiting the other, offering possibility.
And all the time, change watches, smug in the knowledge it will always snag the main role, no matter what our human dedication.

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Little in Common

January 18, 2019 at 6:21 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , )

What a small life
To trust only what we know
And disregard the other.

So many books
So many friendships
So many possibilities
Never explored.

Imagine if we
embraced difference
Shared spaces
Opened minds:

Imagine what we might learn
About ourselves.

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Today

January 11, 2019 at 11:12 pm (Poems) (, , )

Today has granted me some faith
The dark side will not thrive,
A fragile hope I dare to hold
That keeps my love alive.

So gentle was this day, despite
my fears that all was lost,
I found some kindness in the air
like clouds and fairy dust.

Old bitternesses found no place
to spoil my peace of mind,
they simply burst and spun away
to learn how to be kind.

Twenty three thousand breaths today
were all it took to build
A vessel made of loveliness
just waiting to be filled.

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New Year’s Prayer

January 1, 2019 at 1:36 pm (Poems) (, , , )

When we are old and inconvenient
please shelter us from abuse.
Grant our carers the patience
to listen with open hearts
and hear the anguish
of an aching body required to comply
with another’s misplaced will.

Let them know that speed
is not an accomplishment
that supersedes our dignity,
and remind them that
though our ears be deaf,
or eyes be blind,
we reach out for understanding
and hear their complaints
with our very souls.

When we are old and inconvenient,
please grant us patience
to deal with things carried out
in our ‘best interests’
and lend us a sense of humour
and a kindly nature, so we may bend with grace, and offer something in return.

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Time

December 30, 2018 at 8:56 pm (Poems) ()

When I was eight or nine
Mum and Dad gave me a watch.
It was small, with a black strap
and real numbers.
Time was made tangible by its touch.

Since I was eight or nine
I have been fascinated and repelled
by all notion of time, fixed and passing.

I will not be defined by mealtimes, deadlines or clock chimes: will not swing on the heavy pendulum
that marks each moment of a dying day.

My precious watch is tucked away, unwound.
And I dance between beats,
acknowledging respectfully
but untethered by Time.

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