The thing I miss the most about living in Cornwall is the sea. Until I moved to Hertfordshire I didn’t realise how lucky I was to have a beach on my doorstep – one of the first things I did when I went home for the Easter holidays was have a paddle in the sea! This poem is called “Waves of Time”, I hope you enjoy the read – and Happy Easter! :)
It always brings me back
draws my gaze unlike any other,
piercing, captivating my mind
right between the eyes.
Blowing past the insignificance
teasing me inward,
knowing I’ll come calling
when all I can see
I stiffen my back to the slaughtering gale
a stone wall undefeated,
it traps itself in my mind
it won’t let go
forcing itself upon every corner
battling my wits, I unwillingly struggle
but don’t let go,
I see the world
and I, so small
a single grain of sand
lost within a beach.
This sea right here
howling my name
its hypnotic feel
here I stand, amidst its isolation
and I hear it call again,
feeding off the loneliness
thoughts of trickery abound
stealing not only a mind, a heart,
but my smile brings a welcome sound
as I taste victory mingled with brine….
its echo carried forever
on the waves of time.
For day 19 this is a poem about exactly what it says it is – a mad moment of happiness! I love times like this when I feel as carefree as I did when I was a kid – as the saying goes, life is the best drug to get high on. . . :)
Warm, rich sunshine
bleaching my soul
immersing all darkness in light
bright, loving light,
damp grass tickling my palms
I lean back and gaze
into the eternal blue sea-scape above.
I see something glinting at me
from the corner of my eye
a little piece of love
left on its own
I place it in my palm and blow gently
letting it drift off and find someone
who needs love in their life.
Throwing my head back
I smile for no reason
wondering if astronauts or aliens up in space
will get a shock when they look across at Earth
and see a row of crooked teeth
sticking out on that vague, invisible island
in the shape of a big grin,
but I don’t mind
joy as plentiful as the laughter in my heart.
Suddenly feeling an urge I can’t control
I turn on my side
and roll over and over down the grassy bank
a giggle escaping from my lips
causing birds to alarmingly twitter,
I land in a dishevelled heap on my back
twigs in my hair but I don’t care
for I feel like a child again
spreading hope, not hate
my thoughts blue, not black,
my fantasies, my visions
my dreams of the world still wonderfully
My gran is the inspiration behind this poem, I saw her the other day for the first time since I went home for Christmas. I forgot what a wicked sense of humour she has, she may be old but she has the sharpest and quickest wit of anyone half her age!
Please don’t feel offended after reading “How To Tell When You’re Getting Old”, I wrote it purely as a light-hearted, humorous piece – nothing to be taken seriously! I hope you see the funny side. :)
Here are a few ways
To put your mind at rest
To reassure yourself you are certainly not old
Even if you’re blind, mad and deaf.
When your investment in health insurance
Is finally beginning to pay off,
And when in winter you permanently
Have a runny nose and a dry cough.
When people ring you at ten in the morning
And say, “Did I wake you?”
When you go shopping and every other person you see
Wants you to buy their Big Issue.
When people think the sun on your bifocals
Is a twinkle in your eyes,
And when your supply of brain cells
Is finally down to a manageable size.
When the pharmacist has become
Your new best friend,
When if a pen is on the floor
You find out that downwards you really can’t bend.
When there’s nothing left to learn the hard way,
And the nearest thing you get to a thrill of pleasure
Is getting your doctor to tell you not to do something
Just so you can disobey, and think you’re clever.
When you come to the conclusion
That your worst enemy is gravity,
When you can’t understand why everyone calls it the loo
When its proper name is the lavatory.
When you give up trying to hold your stomach in
No matter who walks into the room,
When the highlight of your day becomes watching the news
Just so you can see all the doom and gloom.
When you wonder how you could be over the hill
When you don’t even remember being on top of it,
And when you find yourself acquiring an unhealthy taste
For funeral music.
When the only things you can eat are so soft
That you’re able to cut them with a spoon,
And when you’re not even aiming to have a lie-in
You still wake up at noon.
When your ears are hairier
Than your head,
When you start to look forward to
Life after being dead.
When you have a party
And the neighbours don’t even realise it,
They only loud thing they hear happening
Is everyone falling over doing the Hokey Cokey
Failing to balance on their walking sticks.
When it takes longer to rest
Than it did to get tired in the first place,
When, instead of using the scraper to get ice off the car,
You use it to smooth out the creases on your face.
When your childhood toys
Are now in a museum,
When you ask about the chances of getting a hot date
And the answer is a definite “Dream on!”
When you confuse having a clear conscience
With a bad memory,
When you think you see a ghost from your past
But really your glasses have steamed up
Making everything misty.
It doesn’t matter what age you are
Just how you feel in your heart,
Young in the mind
And everywhere else
Because growing old gracefully
(However much disgracefully)
Is an art!
This is one of those random writes that came out of nowhere, I hope you enjoy more of my rambling thoughts. . .! :)
Clouds spread across
a rippling blue pool
they’re the lily pads
of the sky.
I’d give anything
to be up there
and leapfrog my way
I’d jump so high
I’d kiss the sky
and land in the crescent of the moon
I’d swing in my hammock
safe in his smiling frame
and watch the sun set. . .
Stray threads of gold stain the seascape
like arms reaching out
to catch shooting stars,
I’d give anything
to make a wish
a wish that came true
I’d give anything
for those golden hands to reach out
and lift me up
into that pool of blue. . .
Here’s another spring poem for day 16, we’re over halfway through NaPoWriMo – the end is in sight! :D
I love this time of year
we’re living in a world
a cloak of emerald grass
coated in freshly fallen raindrops,
with more about to gently cascade
from the cauliflower clouds
drifting in bunches across the sky.
Suddenly I can see
a few bruised blueberry dots
standing out amongst the rest of the
trees meet to make
an awning overhead
I hear the soft patter of watery feet
against the leafy umbrellas
and I see the sunshine sparkling
over this shower of diamonds
falling as angel’s tears,
it’s no wonder I love
this time of year.
I’m at home in Cornwall for the Easter week, I forgot how much wetter the weather is in the south west compared to Hertfordshire! It inspired this poem, for day 15 of NaPoWriMo this is “Never Before”. :)
Rain shooting down
being spat from the sky
spittle flying from a pair of furious lips
thunder tumbling round
as a war-raging cry
the earth erupting
as if battling with itself
I’ve never heard it roar
I’ve never felt the air shake
tremble with fury before
I’ve never tasted the foam from its mouth
I’ve never seen it tear up the landscape
or seen the winds slash and soar
I’ve never stood still
in the middle of a storm
out of sheer awe
I’ve never seen it look
I never thought
it could open my eyes so wide
I never imagined
I’d see the world like this
This is just a heads up to let my readers know I am on holiday for a week. So far I am managing to keep up to date with the NaPoWriMo challenge, fingers crossed it stays that way!
I’m looking forward to catching up with fellow bloggers posts after the weekend, until then I hope you all have a very happy Easter. :D
The inspiration behind this poem wasn’t just the moon for a change(!) it was the night itself. I hope you enjoy the read. :)
It makes my knees buckle
from underneath me
if only I could
capture this air
this startling, night air
and stopper it up
full in my lungs
It makes my heart stop beating
if only I could
steal the stars straight from the sky
they have the same sparkle in them
as your eyes.
It makes my mind freeze
if only I could
take the lunar light
pour it into a cup then drink
and down every last drop.
It makes me listen
to sounds which I can’t hear
and it makes me feel
things which I thought weren’t there. . .
If only I could
hug the night
squeeze it, hold it tight,
if only I could
go to sleep on a cloud
and wake up gazing far beyond
what I thought I could see
if only. . .
If only everyone knew
the world is so much more
than anyone imagines it to be.
For day 13 here is a poem about the joys of spring – enjoy! :)
Don’t you just love
the transition between seasons
when you start to spot
the subtle changes in the air,
from the moment I see
bright green buds
studding every branch
to little catkins lining them underneath
dreadlocks swaying in a soft breeze,
and little crocus heads
peeping out above the ground
like this is the first breath they’ve taken
since winter began
I know spring
is right around the corner. . .
Suddenly I’m hit
a slap in the face
I’ve been woken up from the zombie slumber
the cold months put me in
and now I’m viewing the world in HD
everything in high definition
from the second I step outside
colours seem to pop at me,
jewel tones a blaze, the sapphire sky
and emerald leaves adorning every tree
with the sun the fieriest red
I’ve ever seen
surely if rubies could bleed
this is what they would look like.
It stains my room every morning
seeping through windows, invading my dreams
shaking away sleep,
it’s as if in every way imaginable
nature is screaming at me
saying wake up, look up
take notice of me. . .
don’t worry, I say outloud
you’ve got my attention
and always will,
I see the beauty every day
the beauty of the world.
This poem is a result of the moon inspiring me again, I wonder if the day will come when I run out of things to say about him. . . let’s hope it never does! I hope you enjoy the read. :)
I’m restless tonight
I can’t settle
I have this energy
buzzing inside me
a bit like an itch
I can’t get rid of.
It makes me want to do crazy things
like dance in the dark
who wouldn’t want to spin in the moonlight
the night my stage
clouds parting as if to say
curtain’s up. . .
With the stars as my audience
going on and on
hundreds and thousands
an endless twinkling void
with the moon the biggest
of them all.
Shining round and whole
setting the spotlight for me,
what I wouldn’t give
to leap from barefeet
jete across the night sky
silhouetted in his light
as one flowing acre
limbs stretched out as wings
fly and land in the centre
of his shining, smiling face,
to feel his skin beneath my own flesh
I imagine it would be smooth, soft
there’s life underneath the surface
a heart which beats
as the rhythm of the earth
a soul which sings
as the tune of nature
so very alive.
He puts life
into the world
he gives it
to me, you
I feel it, every night
I breathe it in
I keep it
and let it grow inside me
until I have so much
it spills out
and spirals up
up up and away
nothing can beat
my love, his love
there’s nothing else which does it like him
for me there’s no comparison
there’s only one moon.