Day: March 17, 2022

The rhythms of the world

Katherine's avatarHow my heart sings

Unlike the noise of cars and phones
That makes our hearts unsteady  and solo
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms which are its own

We can tune in to these undertones
Walk in time to music soft and slow
Underneath the noise of cars and phones

When I do that ,I Iive down in my bones
And marrow spreads more goodness in its flow
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms which are its own

The flesh, the bones, the nerves  may sing or moan
What is it that makes us each mellow
Despite the noise of cars and mobile phones

Yet all we are is mortgaged or on loan
Not our houses but our breath that blows
To  the  heart of earth   in rhythmic  poems

We  can co-create with  those who grow
In tune with what all contribute unprobed
Underneath the noise of cars and phones
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms…

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Tears not rain

Rain falls lightly in the winter wood,
Dampening stones that make a pathway through
The overgrown, the old trees and the new.
The scent of rain on grass is always good

I see the acers coming into bud.
The daffodils are waving as I view.
The lily pond is lonely without you.
We used to feed a robin when we could

After Mass on Sunday mornings then
We’d drive to woods and walk to ease our strains.
But now I cannot write, I clutch your pen.
My inspiration gives me life again.

Without your hand in mine, I walk quite lame.
The dampness on my face is tears, not rain

Sheets

In the afternoon they iron our clothes

Then the bedsheets, comfort for our toes .

They give us cups of tea and watch us drink

So we can’t complain they gave us ink.

Some days I have apple juice instead

They say it’s quite ok to wet the bed.

I wonder how they dry these cotton sheets.

We dried ours on lines in our backstreet

Now there are no back streets any more

We had a water closet by the door