My restless mind

When wanderings take my restless mind

To places peace can never find,

When imaginations linked to fear

Push tranquillity away.

To my green garden I must go

And let my mind and thoughts go slow.

I look up at maples in the breeze,

See sunlight dappled through their leaves.

I see the apples hanging down

And blackbirds peck them on the ground.

I see the hawthorn berries ripe

Upon the hedge in gold sunlight.

And then my soulf is brought to earth

Peacefulness is given birth

I feel at one with nature green,

And all that is just now unseen

So back to everyday routines

Without “what for?” and “might have beens”

All is well and shall be so

Wherever we may chance to go.

Mr Fox

 

 

Standing on the frosty terrace

He suddenly put his face to the window

His gaze hit midway between heart and gut.

Stared into eye,

Saying it’s too cold out of doors?

Or hungry.

Look, sharp as a question.

Do you not recognise me?

Let me warm myself by your fire.

Why not?That did happen ,

Before stone houses and double glazing.

Fox knew something

.Asked for recognition.

I broke the gaze.

Thinking,it’s wild.

I can’t let a fox in here.

What damage,

Will he be dirty,infested.

I didn’t open the door.

But I feel sad ,

He’s gone away.

What was the question?

He spoke from one being to another

He never came again.

I misunderstood.

He wished not to come inside

But for me to go to the wilderness with him?

 

A very slow death

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Unknowable hearts

Source: Kathryn

When the windows shattered
And the splinters flew in
You just made for the back door
And left me
not knowing where to begin.

When the shards of glass hit me
And pierced my vulnerable skin
You were already going
Leaving me
feeling you were an inhuman being.

When I fell down covered in glass and bleeding,
And the storm raged on,
I didn’t look round because
I knew,I knew,I knew,
I knew you would be gone.
Gone.

Suddenly peace came,storm had quite
disappeared..
It was all over so quickly
Not as terrible as I feared.

My wounds were bad,I have to confess.
I had no bandage
Nothing with which to dress.
With an old towel I cleaned my blood
Then I lay me down
Just to have a rest.

Since that day,no storms come this way.
My wounds are healing
I have just one thing to say.
When the storm was so bad
You left me all alone…
but strangely since then
all is peace and calm.
Your absence has become
almost a balm.

But I hear stories of fierce storms rising up
In towns and villages
Not too far from here,where a strange man appears.

Seems like he’s running to get away
From some storm
But the storm’s inside him…
He gives it form.

So when the windows crashed in
And glass flew at my face
He left me all alone
In what, he thought,
was a very dangerous place.

Did he not pick me up
and carry me outside?
No,my daughter, he left me alone;
I might have died.

But since then
I lost a great burden…
And I lost a great feeling of shame.

Rise up,you women,bleeding and torn.
For on days like that,a new resolve is born.
While you live don’t accept all the blame.
Don’t live so long as I did,in fear and in shame.
Rise up and find that calm
In the eye of the storm…
On days like this
a new woman is born.

More wine in the water…. please

 

Happy
I used to have a great fear of tttttttttrembling

And prepacked fffffurniture aaaaassembling

But I read all your bbbooks

Which advised nnnnnnnnnnervous ffreaks

To leave no fffearsome tasks outstanding.

tree of life

I had a dread fear of sssssshivering

And my nerves enjoyed too much qqqqquivering

But I bought your new pills

And paid all my bills

And now I enjoy my own dddddithering.

Little cubes of colour

I used to fffear ssoap and water

Or giving birth to a qqqquivering daughter.

But your brilliant insights

Killed off all my frights.

But,for God’s sake,put more wine in the water.

I want a winter lover

New River

Wintry love

In summer time when sun do shine

I’m happy on my own

I gaze up through red maple leaves

All transparent in the sun.

But when winter comes I’m lonely

Sitting here beside my fire.

So I want a winter lover

To keep my spirits higher.

Oh,my winter love come to me

And I’ll gaze deep into your eyes

The light that shines in there

Is so much warmer than my fire.

We’ll go through wintry woodlands,

Where elegance lies bare.

The branches struck by sun

Now feel the frosty grasp of air.

I’ll love you all the winter time.

I’ll love you in the dark.

I’d like to take you in my arms

Make love in St.James Park

When summer comes I’ll disappear

To roam across the dales

I’ll sleep on heather moorlands

And send you loving mail.

I can’t be tied in summertime

I must be roaming free.

But ,if you accept this need of mine,

To you I’ll faithful be.

 

GIFT OF WORDS

 

My sister is learning by copying a Lowry.Can one learn to write a poem by copying? Yes,copy the rhythm of a song or a ballad.That can be a help to start you off
My sister did this

 

The theme of this poem is one that is very important to me.Actions change when vision changes.Actions are changed most by Imagination,not by force or will power,Actions change by seeing from a new perspective.

I

 

These poems are my gift to you

They flow from my perceptions

I write them to discover truth,

And my preconceptions.

 

I write because I see and think

More deeply than I knew

And seeing is the first step

To imagining the new.

 

Changing perceptions changes deeds

Without the need for force.

Find out your hidden dreams ,and look.

You speak with your own voice

 

Sometimes Love

Autumn

London in autumn
London in autumn
Abstract blue
Joy in life

Sometimes sun  shines in September

Sometimes sky is brilliant blue

Sometimes sun shines in September,

Sometimes I remember you.

Sometimes love comes in September,

Sometimes there’s this final chance.

Sometimes love comes, so remember

Such affairs are happenstance.

Sometimes love comes down in sunshine.

Sometimes love comes down in rain

Sometimes love comes in September.

Sometimes love pains us again.