Tag: life

Replying to Sara L

That’s it.
I think.
No knight on an exhausted steed rushing to the rescue.
No benefactor pulling notes of worthless tender from fat pockets.
No, nothing like that.
No meaningless gestures.
No empty materialism.
Your touch, every time you pass me by.
You alternate your path just for that.
Silly dancing half naked on a sunny Saturday morning
Cajoling loudly to song.
Cuddled underneath thick blankets the dome of fairy lights
Painted above us by Night.
Autumn: hot chocolate in the garden
Before the last hours of work that day.
Storm battled adventures under canvas.
Bringing you coffee first thing every morning.
Cooking me birthday breakfast on the beach.
Swigging champagne from the bottle in a mountain hut.
A thick pair of gloves you knew I would need them.
Unexpected snowstorm we waited out with hot tea and chocolate.
Arms wrapping around each other tightly.
Holding hands while sleeping.
And so in Love
We safe one another every day.

If you do not know the Poetry Cove yet go have a nosy and join! I participated in the chap book writing month so have a lot of poems to share here but then the semester began, and I managed to slip a disc and things went a bit haywire for a while. Catching up and will schedule some more poems soon.
This one was a discussion we had after a love poem prompt that we found challenging. Here is my response to the inspiration by one of the participants.

Yellow Candy

A yellow hard candy
a small gesture.
How are you?
Long time no see!

Early morning mates,
Before anyone else,
Moments of care,
Moments of noticing,

A fleetingly passing
Web of being seens.

Hellow hard candy wrapped in transparend foil on black background

Early morning walks along the canal are my favourite there is a crowd of the same people each day. I had a longish break from the walk changing to lunchtime. When I picked up my early mornings again, there was much rejoicing from a group I met every day. They were sincerely concerned about my wellbeing. We had a bit of banter and I got a hard candy as present.

Roots

So my friends today nature gave me this image of two fallen trees. One without roots who died and one with roots who, although wonky, still strives.

Two fallen trees
Two fallen trees

Know thy roots
Know them well
If the storm of life throws you back into yourself
You have somewhere to go
Somewhere to hold onto
An anchor through space and time
Ancestral
If the direct line is pain
Go further back
Keep going until you meet the light
Somewhere along the roots there is light always
If you don’t know your roots
If life has displaced you from them
Listen
Listen carefully
They are there within
Maybe you were given new roots

Either way

Find them
So the storm won’t break you

The Month of May

Uncurling: fern in early May
Unfolding: a butterfly’s wing
Emerging: water lilies from a murky pond
Bursting: ripe buds in sunlight

Effervescent life
Bursting out of seems
Everywhere
Brimful

Impatience tangible
Relentless optimism
Everywhere
Overflowing

Breakneck: speed of growth
Ubiquitous: tender fragrances
Undaunted: birdsong
Emergence: of colours

Clarity

Clarity
Boundaries
Knowing
Limits

No liminal space
No flux
No fluidity
No wondering

There is calm
In that moment
Of clarity

Before the noise
Of life
Washes over you
Hampering your senses

Echo

I am the sole bearer of my guidon

No other has the same colours

‘Each Man is an island.’

You say.

‘But the ocean connects you all.’

‘Wee dafty!’

I am walking alone lost in time and space
On the quest for my story

A voice from the wilderness calls
An echo rises from deep within
Answering the call
And the voice stops
No more echo pilot home

Home within
Home outwith
Where
When

Can you ever truly arrive?
Isn’t the point the journey?

‘I am an island’
You insist.
‘Then why do you hold a paddle?’

Binge watching ‘Dark’ on Netflix was probably not a good idea.

Outer Hebrides: Relenting (first draft)

The kayak moves in rhythm with the waves
We are far out of the bay
As we paused to sort the fishing lines
The swell became stronger
Pushing us out even further

I do not like this
I do not like relenting control of my kayak

Letting go

However, control is an illusion
The water pushes me on steadily
I can steer a little
Keep direction
But when a rogue wave hits
I have to let go
I have to relent
Otherwise the kayak topples over

We can but put some safe-guards in place
Life jackets, wet suits, throw ropes
Emergency whistle, knife
But life has its own mind
And often our direction changes
Without much choice
So there is nothing left
But to let the water carry you
Where ever it seems fit

Blessings

Mesmerized
Merciful
Beauty in being

And where love is, there is light
And where light is, there is healing

Warmth
Wonder
Bathed in love

Be whoever you want to
Be whatever you take hold of

In your heart
In your soul
In your mind
Just hold onto

Do a cartwheel
Dance around the house
Bake a cake
Snuggle your cat
Run 10k
Read a book
Punch a bag
Hike up a mountain
Draw a picture
Eat some chocolate

Live mercifully
Be mesmerized
See the beauty

Be warm
See the wonders
Love yourself

Transient

Transient

 Transition into sleep
 Waking up eyes sticky
 Moving through the day
 As if I owned it 
  
 Transitions—in and out
 Of awareness
 At night
 At day
  
 Transitioning into togetherness
 After breaking free 
 Not so much transition
 More elemental force
  
 Breaking free
 Thrown together
  
 Liminal spaces 
 In between
 The hours, the days, the weeks
 In between all of us
  
 Are we seeking to arrive? 
   

	


	



			
				


			

			
Be relentless
		
	
	

		
Relentlessly optimistic
Relentlessly happy


Give into your sadness with all your being
And let it run, run, down the river


Give into your joy with all your heart
Let your inner child embrace life again


Give into your anger with all your might
Let it rage until your knuckles bleed


Give into your love with all your Self
Let it grow, grow until it leaps onto others


Be relentless
In living this life of yours




Just one rule
Don’t destroy anyone else on the way