Poetic Friends

poetic friends
play lines and verse
exchange their views
and write their quest,
when they sit and think
about the kitchen sink,
the bath and all its suds.
whiter than white
clear as can be.
their eyes cast light
upon the sea
and see the suds
of sea foam
playing lazily on sands of thought.
where sea shells of dreams
lay for the gathering.

Winter Fare / Fair Play

the man walks out into the fiecest of winds,
armed with feed for birds in need.
for winter storms has stolen away,
the fruits and seeds of warmer days.
he hangs the feeders one by one.
birdy eyes spy on him from bushes.
a sea gull flies overhead.
watching and wishing...
now should the man,
lay down a line of fishes.
he could catch a sea gull,
for his own winter dishes.

Every HEART needs a HOME

a HOUSE must have a roof and walls to keep it from the cold.
it needs floors and windows and doors.
a house can be a house.
a tent can be a tent,
but a HEART needs a HOME.
we can soften the hard walls
and warm the floors.
we can exist between the bricks and stone,
or we could turn our house into our HOME.
where we can truely live and grow.
and discover that life is not all dust and dread.
we can make a home
for our own heart instead.

I am sharing a poetic thought,
inspired by a wartime film last night on the tv.

I wonder what it will bring

As I think about the coming of the new year 2013,
I wonder what it will bring.
And then I wonder what I can bring to it myself.

My thoughts bring me to a gentle,
warm and pleasant place.
A place of blankets made by hand.
A blanket of patches comes to mind.
and on each patch is a name.
some old, some new.
and some I have yet to know.
and all are placed randomly in a basket
it is for me to sew them together.                     
and when I do,
a blessing will flow.

this photo is one of my favourites.
these beautifull wild flowers are covered in the early morning mist.
yet still their colours shine through.

happy new year 2013
 

step into a new day

the bubbling of poetry,

 

shifts aside all greys of thoughts.

And awakens the ghost of singular gulls

dawning against the fresh pink of morning.

And flocks of bachelor birds tumble and turn,

delighting, twisting in visible flight.

 

They play and command the skies.

And with the rising of first light,

the echo of stillness sounds all around.

a special thought at christmas

Today we celebrate the special gift of the birth of Jesus, the Son of God,

who is our Lord and Saviour.

And today as I began my day with prayer and thanksgiving,

I became so aware that there was something else born on that special day.

And that was a family.

Thank God for all our families.

past, present and future.

God bless you all

LOVE has a voice

LOVE has a voice.

Her words are like jewels,

when placed in a CROWN, they reveal KINGSHIP,

when laid in a grave, the reveal DEATH,

when laid in a manger, they reveal LIFE,

and when they touch holiness, they reveal GOD.